Just having lightened her load!
Her many-eyed back gleams in the golden light of summer. Her tail swings around, ponytail style. Her expression is wise and serene. Robins sing their diligent refrains. Green and gold predominate.
She roams in her munching near the home of her people. Henry is kind with her. He brushes her and gives her oats in the morning. So, she likes to hang around the house and listen to the music playing through the open windows. She can hear Mark singing about the summer of love, but what does she know?
Something moving in the road, way down, catches her attention. She ambles up to the fence to take a lookie. Sadie is very curious at all times.
It’s manlike. It is covered in yellowish cloth. It walks slowly, turning around from time to time, as if searching for a signal. It looks at the sky. It rubs its hands together as if in some kind of anguish.
It climbs over her very own fence! She shies! But not so fast thinks Sadie! She comes closer to look at this one. White of face, and black of eye. Manlike, but not man. What is it? Her head rises up.
It buzzes. It hums. It smells uncanny. A scent of ozone and desperation.
“Lost,” says the manikin. He takes a few steps towards our Sadie!
His hand reaches her mane. With a nip, a tuck, and a leap he is on her back!
She flies! Her rosettes flash in the light. Manikin clinging, she flies to the back fence. She dances, forefeet in air. Around to the fence by the street she gallops, and she sails, slow motion for a moment, over the fence.
Down the road they flee together in a mighty thudding race. He leans low on her neck. Her eyes are wild, and her breath is bellowing!
A mighty orb of blinding light settles onto the asphalt. It spins at dizzying speed. Sadie throws on the brakes, as any rational horse would!
Manikin goes flying, like a rejected rag doll through the air. He lands. There is no motion. No sound. His yellowish garb begins to deflate. The body inside consumes itself thriftily. It decreases, leaving no mess.
He is unborn.
Sadie knows her way home. Soon she glides back over her own fence, and no one even knows she was gone!
Her day resumes.
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