by Phina Wolf » Fri Dec 16, 2016 11:54 am
Owner: Phina Wolf
Show Name: If I Was Only Real
Barn Name: Velveteen
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Halter color: Keep
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Keep
Personality: Sweet, clumsy, adorable, and always wanting to please
Gifted Story:
Velveteen wasn't always as you see him today. In fact, he wasn't even always a horse. Once upon a time (for as you know, that is the way to start all good stories) there was a tree. Now he was young by tree standards, only about thirty or forty years old. And this tree, like all trees, had no name, but was simply called Youngling by his elders and Elder by his youngers. It was the middle of summer when a rumor cam whispering through the forest. Another choosing time had come! There was much rejoicing in the woods as the toy maker came bearing his axe and inspecting every tree. The toymaker only came every few years, and only ever chose one tree to be turned in toys. He was the most renown toymaker in the land, and all of the trees were eager to be chosen. The eldest of the elders sighed with regret as they watched, knowing the the toymaker respected them too much to make them into toys. And the youngest of the Younglings sighed with them, knowing that they were still too small to be chosen.
For many days the toymaker searched the forest, marking a tree every of often with a white ribbon adorned with a neatly printed number. Only ten trees were so marked, and they boasted proudly to their neighbors over the honor of being considered. Our tree was among them, and graciously received the congratulations of his neighbors. Then, one day as autumn was finally approaching, the toymaker came for the last time. He examined every tree the he had marked, measuring them and making notes in a little note book. Finally he sat down near our tree, and began to examine his notes carefully. The forest held it's breath as, one by one, trees were crossed off the list. Finally, only one tree remained. Tree number 4, which, as I am sure you have guessed, is our tree. The toymaker stood and examined the tree one last time, then hefted his axe.
With a loud crack, the first cut was made, and the tree cried out, "Oh, it hurts!" He cried, "Why did no one tell me how it hurts?" An elderly tree nearby soothed him, "Fear not Youngling. The pain will fade. I have had many of my branches taken from me in my day, and I promise that the pain will not last forever." Assured by his elder, the tree now suffered in silence as the toymaker worked. It took weeks for the toymaker to cut down our tree, as he had no sons nor brothers to help him, and our tree found that it was true what the old tree had said. The pain did fade, until it no longer bothered him. On the final day, the toymaker stood back and watched as the tree crashed to the ground, and then turned and left. "Where is he going?" Our tree asked, unable to see from his position on the floor. "He has gone to get his saw and cart." Another tree, whose branches spread high above the others, told him. "Yes, I remember now." Our tree said, "I am to large to fit into the cart, so I must be made smaller. Will that hurt as well?" "Only a little." The elderly tee assured him, "And then you shall be taken to be made into wonderful toys." And she was right. The toymaker swiftly returned with his cart and sawed our tree in half, and then in halves again, and loaded him onto the cart. Then he climbed into the cart and drove back to his house in a different part of the woods, his horses hooves crunching in the few fallen leaves that littered the path.
Much to out tree's dismay, he was not immediately made into toys. He was set into a shed and left there. He could see nothing that was going on, but he felt the passage of winter, and then spring, and then summer and finally fall again. On the first week of fall, the toymaker opened his shed and took the tree to his workshop, where he began to carve his wood into a toy. The tree now understood why he had been left. He could no longer feel the pain he had felt before when he had been cut down, so he could enjoy seeing what he was to become. How thoughtful of the toymaker it was to let his sit for that year, so that he would not be hurt when he was made into a toy. The toymaker worked for months and months, carving the tree into something wonderful. The tree found it difficult to see what he was becoming, but he could feel his shape changing as the toymaker worked.
Eventually the toymaker stopped carving and glued the several pieces he had been working on together and began to sand and polish them. The tree felt himself move back and forth as he was sanded and carved, but still did not know what shape he had taken. But one day, he looked into an empty tin of polish and saw a dim and blurry reflection there. He looked closer and laughed for joy. He was a rocking horse! And not just any rocking horse, the most beautiful rocking horse that the toy maker had ever made.
Soon the rocking horse was finished and taken into to town to display in the toymaker's shop. He was placed in the front window, where all could see him. Many children stopped and pointed, tugging at their parents arms as the snowflakes settled on their eyelashes as the gazed in wonder at the beautiful rocking horse, but the parents simply shook their heads, pointing to the price tag fluttering from the rocking horse's ear. For many weeks, the horse rocked back and forth in the window, waiting for someone to buy him. One day a little girl and her father entered the shop. The girl's coat was too small for her, and her father's was too big. Their shoes did not match and made strange tapping sounds as they approached the desk. The toymaker smiled at them kindly, but looked shocked when the man said that he wished to buy the rocking horse in the window. He protested that the rocking horse was much to expensive, and the the man could not possibly afford it, and was astonished again when the man laid the perfect amount on the table. With a shake of his head, the toymaker took the money and took down the magnificent rocking horse, handing it to the man.
The rocking horse was excited as the man and his daughter walked home. Finally he had a family, and children to play with him! As the man pushed open the door to a small house, the rocking horse looked around expectantly, hoping to see many children eager to play with him, but he only saw a small woman, seeing by the light of the fire. The rocking horse was taken into another room and set down, and the man returned to his wife. The small girl sat down across from the rocking horse and introduced herself.
"Hello, I am Jezebel. I'm adopted, which is why I have that name. It's the name of a bad woman from the Bible, but my birth mother did't know that when she named me. My adopted mother just calls my Jezzy, so you can too. I don;t know your name, but I think that I shall call you Velveteen. Is that alright with you?"
Yes! The rocking horse wanted to say, yes! But he could not, for his mouth was not real and he had no power over it. "Well, I shall just have to hope that that is alright with you, as you can't answer me." The girl continued. "Velveteen, I think that we shall be good friends. I need a friend. At school no one talks to me because I'm different from them. I'm from another country, so I sound different than they do. It's silly, but people are silly, aren't they? No matter, you will be my friend and that is all I need."
True to her word, Jezzy and Velveteen did become fast friends. Velveteen was played with constantly, and Jezzy told him everything about her life at school and the rest of the outside world. He was her friend to laugh with when she needed that, and her shoulder to cry on. After many years, Jezzy began to grow up, and spend less and less time with her friend. She still told him about all of her hardships, but he could not always be there to comfort her. One day, when Jezzy, who was now seventeen, was away at school, her mother tripped over the rocking horse, knocking it into the fire. She pulled it out as fast as she could, but the damage was done. She sighed and shook her head, the dragged the ruined rocking horse into the drive way and left it there.
Velveteen was heart broken. He was not sad for himself, but for Jezzy. He knew that she would miss him terribly, and did not want to cause her that kind of pain. He looked up into the sky, where the brightest of the stars could just be seen and made a wish. "Oh, please don't let Jezzy be alone. She needs someone to be her friend." He thought it might have been his imagination, but he thought that he saw the star shine brighter for just a moment.
Suddenly, he felt a warm rush come over him and stumbled, something that he had never been able to do. He looked down, and saw that he had become a real horse, undamaged by the fire. He reared up and whinnied happy. "Thank you!" He called to the stars, "Thank you! Now Jezebel will never be alone!"
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Hi, I’m Phina Wolf, but you
can call me Phina. I
am currently involved with
Khims and Kalons, so PM if
you are interested in
arranging a breeding!
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