[mewmew.]

So this mare is blind. Because she is blind I want you to do two things. Write a short story on how she became blind. Then draw or write about her companion that she is found with at all times.

The companion must be an animal found on a farm. No exotic animals like monkeys or purple hippos or something like that. Also keep in mind this is a giant blind draft horse and would probably step on something like a rabbit or turtle.


Username: Silverbell90
Name: Chimney Swift
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Brown (blind)

[chellerd]

Username: Chellerd
Name: Grace
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.4 hh
Age: 4
Tail Band Color: Red-ish
Short Story:
When she was just a little foal she went on an adventure. She ventured off from her mother. While on this little adventure she crossed the path of a poisonous toad. She didn’t know that the toad was a threat and she tried playing with it. Which then resulted in an eye infection. It got pretty swollen. She wasn’t able to open her eyes for a while. When she could finally open them she noticed that she couldn’t see.
Companion: White German Shepherd; Rex
She was visiting a farm with her mother when she was just a few weeks old. There was a German Shepherd with a litter. 7 pups. Among those seven pups was the runt of the litter. The smallest and weakest of them all. He was a tiny white german shepherd. They fell in love with each other at first sight. Since then they have become best friends. They have been together since the day they met. They grew up together. After the accident he became her guidance. Communicating through the sounds they learned from each other.

[SilverBell90]

Username: SilverBell90
Name: Chimney Swift (Her sooty looking coat reminds me of the old chimney sweepers. The name is of a bird.)
Gender: Mare
Height: 16hh
Age: 5
Tail Band Color: Caramel colored
Short Story: When Swift was little and still learning about the world, a horrible accident occured. Her mother had taken her out into the field to graze. She didn't eat anything, but ran after a small, strange puff of brown fur. As the puff ball ran faster, she stumbled after it just as fast. Little did she know, the barbedwire fence was about to stop her. As the animale ducked under it, she ran right into it. Her eyes were stabbed in the struggle. The sharp cry alerted the ranchers and at the vet, they learned that she would never be able to see again. Not long after that, the ranch adopted a few Elf goats from a neighboring farm. One young goat, whos name was Orcid, had escaped the farmers and ran to hide in Swifts stall. The owner of the ranch agreeded that the two could stay together, noticing how quickly they bonded. Now, the goat still helps to lead the blind horse to the good grazing locations and the water trough.

Companion: A young Elf goat named Orcid has been Swifts friend since the day she was born.


Heres a picture of the two.

[SilverBell90]

When is the winner going to be chosen?

[thunderofthedrum]

Username: thunderofthedrum
Name: Eira (I'm told it means 'snow' in Welsh)
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3
Age: 13
Tail Band Color: Dusky faded pink
Short Story:

The day Eira lost her sight dawned dark and grey, the sky mirroring her coat. Her pace was steady, her stride true, but with the boy at the reins and his injured grandfather slumped in the cart, Eira felt an urgency she'd never sensed before. It tainted the air and hastened her step, an alarm in the voice of the boy. The rain fell, harder and harder, until she could barely see, but still the boy urged her onward. She whickered questioningly but it went unanswered.

The sky flashed here, then there, and Eira held her head high in slight alarm, but didn't stray from the old worn road. Then came the part where the path paralleled the creek down below with only a barbed wire fence between them, the water rushing and groaning with a deadly whisper this night, and Eira could barely feel the tipping of the balance, the way one wheel felt lower than the other on the path, and then suddenly it was too late. The bare earth broke away beneath her hooves and for a moment she felt weightless, and then came the tumbling down with sharp pains in her flesh, not registering that she'd crashed through the wire to fall down the embankment, the cart harness twisting at her side, pinching, bruising, the cart battered on a boulder and losing a wheel, the boy thrown and able to cling to some sod while he watched his beloved horse and grandfather tumble into the churning but shallow rapids. Eira couldn't see; it was like needles in her eyes, her face, her shoulder and one of her legs. She could move her legs though, and the elderly man had mind enough to scramble forward to cling to her, fumbling to relieve her of the cart but not succeeding. It only took a moment to scramble to shore with his soft words at her ears, dragging the wooden wreckage behind, but the damage was done. The barbed wire had damaged her eyes, and left her with little scars that were mostly hidden by her coat in years to follow.

Companion Tom; THIS GUY

Her companion is a goat (I imagine him as an Oberhasli/Lamancha cross), the grandfather's pack goat that he bought a couple years ago as the runt. Named Tom, he grew up decently and while he's not the largest of the lot, he pulls his weight and is an easy keeper; he even turned out quite docile for a billy aside from getting a little too excited for food sometimes. His only flaw is that he's curious and will be found in the most unlikely of places - first discovered on his second night there when he was just a kid, when the boy called all over the farm, only to finally find him curled up next to Eira in her shabby old box stall. Now they balk a little when separated (but still allow themselves to be led away for work) and like to spend long, lazy days together under the old tree behind the milk barn.

[mewmew.]

@SilverBells90 I'll judge when I feel there are enough people trying out.

@Thunderofthedrums well good luck my dear :)

['messy]

Username: messy buns.
Name: Silvie
Gender: Mare
Height: barely 14 hh
Age: 7
Tail Band Color: pale grey
Short Story: The day Silvie became blind was the day she made a friendship for life. It was a beautifully sunny day, and their were no clouds in the sky. Silvie was just a yearling and decided to go against what she had been told and venture into the woods backing onto their field. The young mare hadn't gotten very far when she heard, a twig snap behind her, turning quickly she spotted a grey wolf and let out a whinny in fear. The wolf ran at her and leapt his claws catching her her cheeks, the wolf latched on and hung snapping at her. Out of nowhere her the farmers twenty year old son appeared and shot the wolf through the chest, with the impact the wolf dragged its claws across Silvie's eyes, blinding her for life. Feeling sorry for the young mare knowing his father would put her down, he promised to look after her till the day she died. He moved his bed into her stable and they were never apart from then on.
Companion Silvie's companion is the farmer's son Felix, over time they knew exactly what each other was thinking and the mare would trust Felix wherever he lead her. She never felt like she was blind because Felix was always with her, and would describe everything he could see to the mare, so really she was never really blind.

[Ruby-Skylark]

Username: Ruby-Skylark
Name: Silke [German "the blind one"]
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Age: 3 years
Tail Band Color: Sky Blue
Short Story: (No more then 300 words) wip
Companion wip

[Saturn V]

Username: animal lover1234
Name: Twighlight
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.1hh
Age: 6
Tail Band Color: lilac
Short Story: one beautiful day in summer Twighlight and her mother were grassing in a field when she came across a strange looking berry bush, hesitantly Twighlight ate some of the berries, eventually she ended up eating every last berry on the bush. A few days later she woke and couldn't see anything and began to panic, she thought maybe it was just very dark, so she waited a few hours hoping she would be able to see but she couldn't, she waited and waited until a few days past but she just couldn't see anything, she decided she will have to live her life through sound and smell.
Companion Twighlight's companion is a goat called Fleur. Fleur is twice the size of an average goat and therefore makes a great companion for A big clumsy horse. Twighlight and Fleur have been friends for about 3 years now and Fleur guides Twighlight and acts as her eyes, they have learned how to communicate to each other through series of clicks and whinnies/bleets

[mewmew.]

Username: SilverBell90
Name: Chimney Swift (Her sooty looking coat reminds me of the old chimney sweepers. The name is of a bird.)
Gender: Mare
Height: 16hh
Age: 5
Tail Band Color: Caramel colored
Short Story: When Swift was little and still learning about the world, a horrible accident occured. Her mother had taken her out into the field to graze. She didn't eat anything, but ran after a small, strange puff of brown fur. As the puff ball ran faster, she stumbled after it just as fast. Little did she know, the barbedwire fence was about to stop her. As the animale ducked under it, she ran right into it. Her eyes were stabbed in the struggle. The sharp cry alerted the ranchers and at the vet, they learned that she would never be able to see again. Not long after that, the ranch adopted a few Elf goats from a neighboring farm. One young goat, whos name was Orcid, had escaped the farmers and ran to hide in Swifts stall. The owner of the ranch agreeded that the two could stay together, noticing how quickly they bonded. Now, the goat still helps to lead the blind horse to the good grazing locations and the water trough.

Companion: A young Elf goat named Orcid has been Swifts friend since the day she was born.


Heres a picture of the two.

I love everything about this. Congrats :)