a story out of the horse and hound that made me laugh..........

as kelvin closes the yard gate and waves off the trailer carrying away the last of his offsprings horses, he gives a wistful sigh. patting the substantial cheque in his pocket, he turns and surveys the empty stables, reminiscent of the empty bedrooms now the children haveupped sticks for university. no more weekends spent hanging on to a pair of reins by the ringside for them, no more holidays used up driving a horsebox around the country. come to think of it, with just his wife yvonnes`s old boy left in the field, its time the horsebox went, too. whistling, kelvin heads back into the house, now pondering exactly how to spend his newly liquified assets. whithout a yard full of horses to attend to, a holiday is first on the list and he has always rather fancied a sports car. in fact, the old boy wont last forever, he thinks, wondering about downsizing to a smart little apartement in the city. meanwhile, having cleared out the last of the boxes, yvonne locks the tackroom and follows kelvin indoors. no more pony club rallies, she muses, making herself a coffee and settling at the kitchen table, reaching for the horse and hound. no more running around after children who, ultimatley, would rather be going clubbing, she concludes, beginning to browse the broodmares for sale with a red pen in hand.

Baja, you are the best horse a girl could ask for.
You have taught me so much.
And i will love you always!
RIP, xxx

Aja Natuzzi
Aja Bahina
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Crimson Democracy
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