A Real-Deal Momma
April 11, 2008
So it has been many days since I had time to tell you more of what has happened to me, but now I will tell you some of it.
It has been raining and raining for many days, and Miss Pat has not let me out of my room except for when the bright round light has been in the sky. That has not been very much times, but it has been a little bit of times. The ground is very ooey-gooey. It squishes under my hooves and is very slippery. I have learned not to run as fast as I can in the ooey-gooey, because it is hard to stop. Sometimes I cannot even stop anyway, and I slip and slide and get the ooey-gooey and wet grass all over my bottom.
All of us horses are covered with dirt from the ooey-gooey ground. Miss Pat says we are all hairy mudballs, but she does not know that we are dirty on purpose. Momma-Palida told me that horses roll in the ground dirt to make an invisible disguise so the ki-yo-tees will not see us. I asked her what is ki-yo-tees and she said that they are the noisy singers that I hear at night. Momma-Palida said that the ki-yo-tees live down in the deep ravine and only come out at night to sing the moon up. Momma-Palida said that the ki-yo-tees are ravine trash, and well bred horses do not associate with them.
She also said that the ki-yo-tees would like to have me for dinner, and that is why Miss Pat puts me in my room at night. I will have to tell Miss Pat that when the ki-yo-tees invite me to dinner that I will tell them no-thank-you-very-much-I-would-not-like-to-come-to-dinner-at-your-ravine-trash-dump. I think if Miss Pat knows that I do not want to go to dinner with the ki-yo-tees, she will let me stay outside with Momma-Palida and her big horse friends during the night time.
A very good thing has happened with Momma-Palida. She has decided that she will be my Real-Deal-Momma and not a cranky pretend momma anymore. How it happened was this way.
Momma-Palida and I live in the little playground that Miss Pat calls the north paddock. It is bigger than my room and my romper yard, but it does not have very much grass in it for Momma-Palida to eat. Next door to us there is a bigger playground, named the middle pasture. A grownup horse named Momma-Chance lives there. Yesterday, when Miss Pat got home from work, she let me and Momma-Palida go into the big playground where Momma-Chance lives. Momma-Palida frowned at Momma-Chance and told her to mind her manners and to stay away from me until she said it was ok.
Then Momma-Palida told me that I must watch my at-it-rude around Momma-Chance because she is another cranky momma and does not like me yet. She told me that I should stay far away from Momma-Chance until she knows me better and then it will be ok. I heard Momma-Chance tell Momma-Palida that she thought I was cute and that she would like to baby sit me sometimes. Momma-Palida told Momma-Chance that she would think about it, and then they turned side-to-side and swished tails with each other. I think Momma-Palida has been lonesome for a big horse friend to swish tails with, and graze beside, and help watch over me while I play.
The middle pasture was very much fun. It is HUGE-mongous and there is very much space to run and so I did. I ran and ran and ran until I was all tired out and then I laid down and took a nap. When I woke up, I forgot that I was not in my own playground and could not remember where my orange bucket was. I was hungry! So I went to Momma-Palida and poked my nose under her and tried to drink from her udder.
Momma Palida did not have any milk, but she pretended she did and let me drink anyway. And she was not cranky, not even a little bit! She nuzzled my bottom and it made me made me feel warm and happy that she was going to be my “Real-Deal Momma” even if she didn’t have any real-deal milk.
I can get pretend milk from my orange bucket anytime I want , so I don’t need a momma to feed me. I was missing having a Momma to love me, and now I have a new Real-Deal momma. Miss Pat says I am a dop-ted. I do not know what dop-ted is, but I think it is a thing which means “a happy foal.”
