Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
rain season
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
It is not yet known which of us are more people - horses, or we.
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
Always "hope" but never "expect".
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
The horse has caught her eye, I wonder what she is thinking.
Always "hope" but never "expect".
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
When I mentioned she, I was referring to the child's thoughts. But if the horse is a she, a upstanding mare of formed plastic would not have a reply, but nay, children may dream and fantasize in those young years. I also would imagine an unforgettable meeting.
Always "hope" but never "expect".
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
Always "hope" but never "expect".
Re: Caught my eye, photos in Cambodia :)
A voice bellowed out into the crowd, announcing the acts. He sounded joyful and managed to make everything seem exciting and fun. After listing almost everything else, he called out "Signor Bellini and his magnificent dancing horses!" All at once, there was a great clamour from the stables, whinnying and kicking the doors, almost as if everyone knew: that was us, we were performing. Though to the audience it may have sounded excitable and gleeful, the horses' eyes were wide with unhidden dread at what was to come.
The show began. We listened through clowns, dancers, tightrope workers and trapeze artists. Just as I was beginning to dose off, I heard a soft footfall outside my stall. I jerked awake and peered out curiously. I couldn't see anyone, no one at all! I glanced down, to see if there were any spare scraps of hay, and to my utmost surprise, I saw the same small girl who had earlier watched in dismay.
Staring up at me, she seemed concerned and worried. I think she must have been older than I first thought, maybe twelve or thirteen. She tentatively reached out a hand to stroke me, and I flinched away automatically.
"Shhhh" she murmured softly, and I slowly moved forward again, touching my muzzle softly to her hand. Smiling softly, she stroked up and down my face kindly.
"What have they done to you?" she whispered, obviously shocked at my appearance. There were many cuts across my muzzle, and in one place all the fur had been worn away. However the worst of the damage was on my hindquarters. There were battered and bloody, with little hair in places. My ribs showed clearly through my skin, this was made even more noticeable as I shuddered, my whole body shaking for a while. The girl looked up at me, frightened and with nothing she could do.
Always "hope" but never "expect".
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