My mother brought over a box of old photos and papers from my elementary and junior high school days. I’m sorting through them, deciding what I want to keep, etc. As I dug in, I came across a story I wrote in 6th grade, for which I won an award. I’ve just finished reading it, and I have to share. Don’t read it if you don’t want, but I think you would be denying yourself a chuckle if you skip it *G*. I was “scared” an inordinate number of times in this story. I’ve copied it out as written, errors included. How I won an award for this I don’t know, but it’s fun anyway.
(note: I didn’t read The Outsiders until the following year, so the use of the name, “Pony Boy,” is an interesting coincidence)
Misty Moor, A Scottish Horse
(dedicated to all horse lovers everywhere, and to Dean, whom without I couldn’t put my love for horses down on paper)
It was a very misty morning out on the moors. I was afraid Pony Boy would get caught in a bog.
All of a sudden I heard a whinny! It must be a horse in danger. I knew I shouldn’t, but I went ahead to see if I could help it.
I nudged Pony Boy on into the mist. Pony Boy reared up all of a sudden and I was nearly thrown off! When I realized what happened, I couldn’t blame Pony Boy. A horse had suddenly come out of the gloom. It wouldn’t scare Pony Boy if it didn’t have that strange stick on it’s back. It was shaped just like a man, and it scared me, too. It wouldn’t scare me if I hadn’t heard a strange song. It goes
lis like this:
Out on the misty moors,
Is a ghost rider on a horse,
He looks for people gone astray,
So don’t go out on the same day!
It sounded strange and mysterious; but this horse couldn’t be the same horse and rider.
Once again I nudged Pony Boy on, but this time I knew where I was going.
I steered Pony Boy in the direction that the horse had gone in. I couldn’t find it. Also at that moment the mist cleared.
Since the mist cleared, I could go home. I was glad the mist cleared because I was a few feet away from a bog, which could have been treacherous.
I searched as far as I could see in the direction the horse went, but couldn’t find it.
Soon I was home drinking hot chocolate. Mom and dad were shopping and Sarah was tending to her horse Shiver.
About my family:
Dad is a glider pilot. Mom has her masters degree in nursing. Sarah loves cats and has three. (Sarah is my sister). I’m Connie and to me there’s nothing better than a horse.
Pony Boy is our family horse. Shiver is Sarah’s horse. Then there’s Dean and Merry Legs, the latter one is mom’s. They are chestnuts. Mom and dad are looking for a good horse that would be a good horse for me.
I was still scared about what had happened. I wanted to find the horse and see it just once more.
I went out every day after that. I didn’t have any luck until the next misty morning. I had a rope and halter.
I went to the moors. It was worse than before, so Pony Boy and I stood still. I didn’t want to risk the bogs again.
After a long time, I heard a strange noise. Soon I saw the horse! It walked towards me. I couldn’t believe it. He (or she) nuzzled me! It practically put it’s head in the halter. I took the stick off it’s back. I tied the rope on the halter.
Suddenly, the horse yanked hard on the halter, and I was pulled down off of Pony Boy.
The horse ran and ran. I was too shocked to do anything. I turned my head. It scared me to see Pony Boy getting farther and farther away. I let go and screamed.
When I let go of the rope I rolled. I rolled right into a bog!
I cried real hard, I was so afraid. Nobody was around. Nobody, that is, except Pony Boy.
You see, Pony Boy is an old horse, and he didn’t like getting separated from his feeder so he followed us after a while. He saw me in the bog and stood on the edge. I got hold of his reins and he pulled.
When I finally got out, I gave Pony Boy a carrot from the saddle bag. While he munched on the last scraps, I mounted him. I gave him a little kick and he went on. We followed in the general direction the horse went in.
After an hour of search I was ready to give up. Then something made me change my mind. In the distance, I saw the horse trotting with the rope hanging from the halter. I didn’t need to push
pony Pony Boy on, he was excited already. He began to gallop as fast as he could, and soon we caught up.
The horse shied, but I calmed her (it was a she) down. I gave Pony Boy three more carrots and took off the saddle and bridle. I put them on the horse. I knew what to call her.
“Calm down, Misty Moor, calm down.”
I rode Misty Moor home, with Pony Boy close at hand. Boy, was Sarah surprised! She said “Connie, where did you get that beautiful mare?!”
“That beautiful mare is Misty Moor, and that’s where I got her. Do you think mom and dad will let me keep her?”
We were right. Mom and dad were thrilled. Mom had one question. “I think somebody owns this horse. How about you, Noel?”
I was scared. They weren’t going to let me keep her!
“Oh, I don’t think so. In any case, we could probably persuade them to let us buy her.”
“Oh thank-you mom and dad!”
After a couple of days somebody did claim her, and we bought her.
Misty and I grew up together. When I was 19, she died. But I never forgot her.
I love how I killed her off in the end, and at a specific time, too.