Username: hunnybee
Show Name: Revolution
Barn Name: Revere
Gender: Stallion
Halter: Black
Prompt: (898 words)
Revere's lucky charm is an old, cast steel seventeenth century key that he came across in his paddock. During his daily turn-out time one spring day, he was grazing in the far corner near the edge of the fence. A crow was digging around the same corner, but as Revere approached the crow took off. The stallion began sniffing and pawing the ground where the crow had been. At the right moment, the sun appeared from behind the soft clouds and cast a shine on a small object in the dirt. Curious, Revere pawed the ground and snorted at the dirt to reveal...a key! He wasn't sure what to do with it at first; he figured this is what the crow had been entertaining itself with before, but the crow was nowhere to be seen. With the crow gone and an amazing find out in the open, Revere decided to keep it for himself-he has always been fascinated with man made objects and figuring out how things work and why they work the way they do. He gently gripped the key between his teeth and brought it over to the trough to rinse it off. Just as he was about done, his owner called for him. Revere dropped the key in the trough praying that no one find it before he returns. He trotted over to the paddock gate where his owner stood, ready for instructions. To his delight, he was offered a large, mixed array of new treats! While savoring the new flavors, Revere had almost forgotten about the treasure he found earlier! He quickly finished his snack in one big gulp and headed back to the water trough. With a big sigh of relief, Revere saw the key resting just where he had left it; and he knew exactly where to put it. Revere dunked his head in the trough, retrieved the key, and made his way to the run-in shelter in the paddock. A ledge on the inside of the right corner never sees light. It is covered in cobwebs-but is the perfect spot for all of Revere's treasures. A lone feather, a few locks of the mane of a friend that passed some time ago, a discarded dog collar, and now this key. After some time, he felt bad about the idea of stealing this item from a crow that it may have meant a lot to. Revere began spending his time outdoors in the corner of the paddock where he originally saw the crow, and waited. After three and a half weeks of the same routine, the crow appeared. Revere walked slowly towards it as not to startle it this time. "Having a good day?" the crow called. Taken aback by its voice and perfect pronunciation, Revere froze. "Did you just speak?" he asked; still a bit unnerved. "Not so much as speak as it is imitation of what I overhear from human folk," the crow responded. "I've been waiting for you," Revere responded. "Our last encounter, you were playing with something here in the corner of the paddock here. I assume it was the key I recovered from the earth?" The crow stretched its winged and let out a yawn. "Yes, you're correct, it was a key." Revere's eyes lit up and his ears perked forward. "I've kept it safe all this time, I'd like to return it to you." he said, joyfully. "The key? You want to return it? Oh no, no, no, that was a gift for you, my friend. I have watched you for some time, always at a distance. I've noticed your habit of picking and keeping objects you find. In fact, we crows do the same thing! I decided to bring you something from my collection for you to have!" Stunned, this left the stallion speechless. Finally, he stuttered out "For-for me? Really?" his astonishment turning to excitement. "All I can say is thank you, I have felt guilty for so long about this." The Crow smiled and ruffled his feathers. "If you'd like, I can show you my collection over time, if you'll have me as a guest at your home." Excitedly, Revere responded, "I would very much so like that-uh, er, what was your name again?" he asked. I do not have a name. I am whatever I am called or referred to. I will respond to Crow, however! And as for you? I'm sure your humans have given you a name." "I have two names actually. When we are away at competitions they call me Revolution. But here at home, they call me Revere. What odd traditions they have," Revere embracing his fond memories. As their conversation came to an end, Revere was called to his stable for the night. "Goodbye, Crow! I will look for you every day in our spot and await our next conversations," and with that he turned and cantered towards the gate where a bridle and lead awaited him. From that point on, Revere and Crow met about once per week and began exchanging treasures. On days that it rained, they would meet inside the run-in where Revere's collection is on full display, and simply admire the items and the memories with them. The stallion began calling the key his lucky charm. It was lucky to him because it had brought about a friendship he never would've dreamed of.
