(I have a genius idea. I wonder how many other people will think of it...)
The First Encounter
It had been a week, and I was finally starting to get used to this place. I'm no country girl, but since I was adopted by country people I guess I'm going to have to get used to it. I had already gotten dressed, and now I'm just wandering the acres on the tractor. I sighed, noting how hot it was. My new mother had mentioned something about a few wild horses in the area, and that my father had actually gotten one. Yeah, right, I don't think horses are my thing. I'd rather be in a big house with air conditioning painting, honestly.
I was starting not to pay attention, bored out of my mind. I almost did, when I saw a small flash of brown. I stopped the tractor, hopping down and cautiously stepping forward. There it was again! At this point, I was just too curious. I ended up jogging into the tree-shaded area, of which I was somewhat glad to be in- considering that I was shielded from the sun a lot more. Again, there it was! I could start to make out what it was- most likely a horse- to which I was slightly underwhelmed. I was hoping to see something exiting, not a stupid horse.
Nonetheless, I walked closer to it, only to have the thing charge at me. I rolled my eyes and got out of the way, before getting a slight idea. I ran back to the tractor, and took the lasso that it had in it. I at least didn't want this stupid horse charging at me. I ran back over to it, to soon throw it over. It missed. Three times. On the fourth attempt, I finally got somewhere with it, and was able to lasso the horse.
I ended up bringing it through the ranch and up to my new father, to which he saw that it seemed a bit hostile. He quickly took it from me, telling me right off the bat that this horse was a stallion. And then he made me go and get the tractor again. I hate my new life...