[Eremite]

Owner: bobashob
Name: Chaska
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age: 10
Short Story: The lazy morning sun slowly drifted through my windshield as I bumped through the open field. I am headed for the brown dots on the horizon, tepees to be exact. As a learning journalist I was sent to an Indian tribe in the local area to do a story about their years here. As i drive up I see men riding bare back on paint horses. As I get to the village young children run out shouting greetings to me. All of their faces were filled with smiles and made me feel welcome. They quickly showed me to their chief, who invited me in with open arms. As I sat down on the soft animal hides the fire crackled with joy, the same as the chiefs eyes. As we talked i learned of these peoples past of hard times, yet they still found joy. We immediately lost track of time as we spoke of the past, and the present. Only when we talked of the future did we see that the fire had gone out. All the joy gone. All that was left was the small sliver of hope quietly slipping away as darkness and cold grabbed hold. As we excited that forbidding tepee a new fire greeted us with people dancing around it. As the fire flickered around their dancing legs my eyes drifted to the sleeping horses in the background. As i watched them a lone horse stood watching the herd. As he stood their regal and proud I leaned over and asked the chief who he was."He is Chaska. He has been with us through tough times." "So they are all going to be sold when winter is over?" i asked as people trickled away from the fire. "Yes, all will be gone." As I drove away from these people my heart filled with sorrow for these joyful people. With the frost covered grass crunching beneath my tires i decided then that i will buy Chaska from these people, in hope that he will have a better life then what would have happened, and for the happiness of these people. the next morning my story is in the paper, the last thread of hope for these people.

[.:CrazyLove:.]

Owner: .:CrazyLove:.
Name:Zip That Sun aka Zip
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age:12
Short Story:
The fair and auctions where all rushing by and sharing dates to run.I knew if I was going to be in the showdeo I would need a horse,a great horse.So I went to the first auction and walked around not seeing any pretty or worthy looking horses until I got further down the row.I hated silent bidding but When I saw Zip,I knew he had potential.I whispered gently to him and waited for another person who would bid on this horse,then I noticed how thin and hungry he looked so I grabbed a carrot out of my pocket,he took it quickly and gently from my hand.This poor boy was so gentle I didn't understand what he did to be in his current condition.So I asked around town and found out that he was used as a bait horse and a jinx horse after that.But that still didn't explain his gentle side.I kept pondering with the situation and decided to leave it alone.I headed back to his gate and found it to be occupied by a mare and her foal.I ran down the row looking for him,I ran to the office and they said that he had been sold.I asked them by whom had he been purchased.The described and elderly woman with short reddish grey hair and I knew it was my grandma...I found her waiting by the trailer with the pretty boy.I asked my grandma why she had gotten him,and she answered with a simple yet joyful happy birthday.

[bobashob]

Owner: bobashob
Name: Chaska
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age: 10
Short Story: The lazy morning sun slowly drifted through my windshield as I bumped through the open field. I am headed for the brown dots on the horizon, tepees to be exact. As a learning journalist I was sent to an Indian tribe in the local area to do a story about their years here. As i drive up I see men riding bare back on paint horses. As I get to the village young children run out shouting greetings to me. All of their faces were filled with smiles and made me feel welcome. They quickly showed me to their chief, who invited me in with open arms. As I sat down on the soft animal hides the fire crackled with joy, the same as the chiefs eyes. As we talked i learned of these peoples past of hard times, yet they still found joy. We immediately lost track of time as we spoke of the past, and the present. Only when we talked of the future did we see that the fire had gone out. All the joy gone. All that was left was the small sliver of hope quietly slipping away as darkness and cold grabbed hold. As we excited that forbidding tepee a new fire greeted us with people dancing around it. As the fire flickered around their dancing legs my eyes drifted to the sleeping horses in the background. As i watched them a lone horse stood watching the herd. As he stood their regal and proud I leaned over and asked the chief who he was."He is Chaska. He has been with us through tough times." "So they are all going to be sold when winter is over?" i asked as people trickled away from the fire. "Yes, all will be gone." As I drove away from these people my heart filled with sorrow for these joyful people. With the frost covered grass crunching beneath my tires i decided then that i will buy Chaska from these people, in hope that he will have a better life then what would have happened, and for the happiness of these people. the next morning my story is in the paper, the last thread of hope for these people.

[Eremite]

Need 2 more forms!

[teresa8oats]

I will enter when i get on a computer!! I am on my phone...

[ButterflyCutie]

Owner: ButterflyCutie
Name: Cool Mist
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age: 7
Short Story: He and my new little wolf pup were best friends when they first noticed each other. Each day when I left for school I sent my pup out to the stables so they could play with each other all day long.

[Aspyn]

Owner: Aspyn
Name: Fire Hazard (Hazard)
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age: 12 yrs
Short Story:
That Autumn night was silent & still one. Not a cricket chirped, not a whipper whill sung. I was walking to my barn that night, it was dusk... I smelt something... Burning wood? No! It couldn't be!? My barn was on fire! I sprinted towards my beloved horse barn calling to my ranch hands to find the firemen. I released all the latches on the gates and my horses flew away to the Nevada plains....
The next few days were hectic as one by one my paints came home to me. Looking in my round pen I saw a big paint stallion that I had never seen before, he seemed calm enough, especially around my lead mare.
"Hey boy, wanna stay?"
And to this day my Fire Hazard lives around the ranch I call home.

[Eremite]

Owner: bobashob
Name: Chaska
Breed: American Paint Horse
Color: Palomino Tobiano Rabicano
Age: 10
Short Story: The lazy morning sun slowly drifted through my windshield as I bumped through the open field. I am headed for the brown dots on the horizon, tepees to be exact. As a learning journalist I was sent to an Indian tribe in the local area to do a story about their years here. As i drive up I see men riding bare back on paint horses. As I get to the village young children run out shouting greetings to me. All of their faces were filled with smiles and made me feel welcome. They quickly showed me to their chief, who invited me in with open arms. As I sat down on the soft animal hides the fire crackled with joy, the same as the chiefs eyes. As we talked i learned of these peoples past of hard times, yet they still found joy. We immediately lost track of time as we spoke of the past, and the present. Only when we talked of the future did we see that the fire had gone out. All the joy gone. All that was left was the small sliver of hope quietly slipping away as darkness and cold grabbed hold. As we excited that forbidding tepee a new fire greeted us with people dancing around it. As the fire flickered around their dancing legs my eyes drifted to the sleeping horses in the background. As i watched them a lone horse stood watching the herd. As he stood their regal and proud I leaned over and asked the chief who he was."He is Chaska. He has been with us through tough times." "So they are all going to be sold when winter is over?" i asked as people trickled away from the fire. "Yes, all will be gone." As I drove away from these people my heart filled with sorrow for these joyful people. With the frost covered grass crunching beneath my tires i decided then that i will buy Chaska from these people, in hope that he will have a better life then what would have happened, and for the happiness of these people. the next morning my story is in the paper, the last thread of hope for these people.

Congrats! (nice story) every story was amazing but this one I couldnt get out of my head!

[.:CrazyLove:.]

My guess is you chose the longest story..anyway congrats

[bobashob]

Thanks. I love him.