When you can’t write …
January 2, 2009 § 7 Comments
When you can’t write, do something else you love, like taking 61 pictures of a horse standing in the pasture. Then make up a conversation with the horse.
Horse: Like my winter coat?
Me: It’s beautiful. I hope you’re warm enough.
Horse: Are you going to put my picture on a calendar or something? This is a good pose, if you are.
Me: No, I’m not going to do that.
Horse: Then why are you taking my picture?
Me: Because I love horses.
Horse: Do you own one?
Horse: Why not?
Me: Because I own a car.
Horse: (shakes his head) I don’t get it.
Me: Oh, well.
Horse: Can I have that carrot?
Me: What carrot?
Horse: The one sticking out of your pocket. I see it. I see orange, I think “carrot.” I see blond hair, I think “straw.” So, how ’bout it? Can I have it?
Me: (handing over the carrot, piece by piece, after breaking it first.
Horse: Thanks. That was excellent.
Me: You’re welcome.
Horse: So, you’re not afraid of me or anything? You know, there’s a warning sign on the fence over there, saying I might bite or something.
Me: No, I’m not afraid.
Horse: Some of the kids are. They’re afraid. I wouldn’t bite them, either, though.
Me: I know. (I reach up and rub him between his ears.)
Me: We all like a pat on the head now and then, right?
Horse: Love it.
Horse: Hey, where are you going?
Me: To get more carrots.
Horse: No, really. Where ya’ going?
Me: To feed my own family. I’ll be back.
Horse: Yeah? Really? How do I know that?
Me: Cuz I love you, Horse.
Horse: OK, this is me, waiting. See? I’m very good at waiting.
Me: (running back to give him another rub on his neck) Next time, carrots and a peppermint!
Horse: Excellent. Happy New Year!