The Miracle Horse
There once was a horse named Sergeant Buttercup. He was Chestnut Brown and stood 6 feet tall. He was a very handsome horse and was well liked among all the children in the neighbourhood. There was only one problem with Mr. Buttercup; he was blind. Every day his owner, Mrs. Crabtree, would go into Butters stable and rub this special lotion that the veterinarian had given her, in hopes of restoring his eyesight. But alas, after 3 years of trying, there had been no progress. And because he was blind, he was not allowed to enter horse races; he was merely a poor old pitiful show horse. Sergeant Buttercup wanted to be a race horse more than anything in the world. Poor Butters…
One spring day, along came a young lad about 16 years of age, when he noticed the horse. He knew, from the moment that he laid his baby blue eyes on that magnificent beast, they would one day become a great team and do magical things in the world. Leroy (that was the boys name) rushed into the farmhouse wishing to speak with the horses owner, Mrs. Crabtree. However, he found the house to be empty and a notice of foreclosure on the door. The boy stopped a passer-by on the street and asked the kind sir what had happened to the old lady that lived in the house. ‘’She was a victim of a horrible, horrible accident.’’ He said. Apparently (and this was strictly off the record), Mrs. Crabtree had gone to Mr. Buttercup’s stable just like she did every other day, and was lathering on the special lotion, when all of a sudden there was a loud noise that startled the mammoth beast. Because he couldn’t see what was happening, his animal instincts kicked in (no pun intended). ‘’Poor old lady was found buried under a haystack, took them 2 weeks to find all her teeth.’’ … Just tragic. ‘’So what about the horse?’’ asked Leroy with sad puppy dog eyes. ‘’He’ll suffer the same fate as his owner’’ the gentleman scoffed, ‘’He’s to be put down at dusk’’. The boy’s head was spinning, he was feeling nauseous. How could this happen? He asked himself. I have to do something. I can’t let my one true love fall from my grasps. I need a plan.
After hours of pondering, the boy had come to the only rational conclusion possible; steal the horse. Leroy went home and let his sister (Sara Beth) in on the plan as he would need her help to pull off such a heist. After dinner, the two of them snuck out of the house and went to their father’s tool shed for some supplies. Leroy and Sara Beth gathered everything they could get their little hands on: A hammer, 37 feet of chicken wire, rubber gloves, a swiss army knife, a crate of oranges (the Christmas kind), jumper cables, their dad’s shotgun, 2 cans of beans and a wheelbarrow (to carry everything in). Leroy was a boy scout; he always came prepared. And off they went into the night…
Halfway down the wooded trail, Sara Beth stopped. She had a look of fear in her eyes. ‘’I can’t do this!’’ she shouted. She turned to run back home when Leroy grabbed her arm and calmly said: ‘’you’re my sister; I would never let anything happen to you. I need you.’’ The little girl nodded her head and they continued their journey towards the old lady’s farm. After 26 minutes of trekking through the woods, they could finally see the stables where the horse was being kept. They decided that they were hungry. So they would eat first. Using the hammer, Leroy beat open the lids on the bean cans. ‘’we need fire to warm these up’’ he muttered. There just happened to be an old battery sitting by a tree with just enough juice in it. Leroy grabbed the jumper cables. He threw them aside... He took the shotgun and shot the battery which exploded in a ball of flames. ‘’There!’’ he said. After they had eaten, it was time to get down to business. It was time to execute (probably not what Sergeant Buttercup wants to hear) their plan… ;-)
Now you’re probably wondering why they brought the oranges with them if they weren’t for eating, aren’t you? Well you see, Sara Beth has a secret. She’s what you call a ‘’Spiritual Healer’’. The zest from the orange peel contains a special acid that mixed with the vets special lotion, will remove the cloudiness from the eyes of the horse and will cure his blindness forever. So they snuck into the stable. Butters was in his stall sleeping. Sara Beth went to work. After an hour of careful squirting, the deed was done. Now it was Leroy’s time to shine. He was going to ride Sergeant Buttercup into the sunset. Just then, the executioner arrived for the lethal injection. Good thing I brought all that chicken wire, Leroy thought to himself. With his sister distracting the man (we won’t go into detail into what she did), he knocked him out with one blow to the head with his dad’s shotgun and then wrapped him up tightly with the chicken wire. He left Sara Beth to watch guard (with the knife) while he rode off with the Chestnut Beauty. They galloped out of the stables and into the free world. Mr. Buttercup was alive for the first time in his life. He had never been happier and he owed it all to Leroy. A 16 year old boy with big dreams and a big heart.
There once was a horse named Sergeant Buttercup. He was Chestnut Brown and stood 6 feet tall. He was a very handsome horse and was well liked among all the children in the neighbourhood. There was only one problem with Mr. Buttercup; he was blind. Every day his owner, Mrs. Crabtree, would go into Butters stable and rub this special lotion that the veterinarian had given her, in hopes of restoring his eyesight. But alas, after 3 years of trying, there had been no progress. And because he was blind, he was not allowed to enter horse races; he was merely a poor old pitiful show horse. Sergeant Buttercup wanted to be a race horse more than anything in the world. Poor Butters…
One spring day, along came a young lad about 16 years of age, when he noticed the horse. He knew, from the moment that he laid his baby blue eyes on that magnificent beast, they would one day become a great team and do magical things in the world. Leroy (that was the boys name) rushed into the farmhouse wishing to speak with the horses owner, Mrs. Crabtree. However, he found the house to be empty and a notice of foreclosure on the door. The boy stopped a passer-by on the street and asked the kind sir what had happened to the old lady that lived in the house. ‘’She was a victim of a horrible, horrible accident.’’ He said. Apparently (and this was strictly off the record), Mrs. Crabtree had gone to Mr. Buttercup’s stable just like she did every other day, and was lathering on the special lotion, when all of a sudden there was a loud noise that startled the mammoth beast. Because he couldn’t see what was happening, his animal instincts kicked in (no pun intended). ‘’Poor old lady was found buried under a haystack, took them 2 weeks to find all her teeth.’’ … Just tragic. ‘’So what about the horse?’’ asked Leroy with sad puppy dog eyes. ‘’He’ll suffer the same fate as his owner’’ the gentleman scoffed, ‘’He’s to be put down at dusk’’. The boy’s head was spinning, he was feeling nauseous. How could this happen? He asked himself. I have to do something. I can’t let my one true love fall from my grasps. I need a plan.
After hours of pondering, the boy had come to the only rational conclusion possible; steal the horse. Leroy went home and let his sister (Sara Beth) in on the plan as he would need her help to pull off such a heist. After dinner, the two of them snuck out of the house and went to their father’s tool shed for some supplies. Leroy and Sara Beth gathered everything they could get their little hands on: A hammer, 37 feet of chicken wire, rubber gloves, a swiss army knife, a crate of oranges (the Christmas kind), jumper cables, their dad’s shotgun, 2 cans of beans and a wheelbarrow (to carry everything in). Leroy was a boy scout; he always came prepared. And off they went into the night…
Halfway down the wooded trail, Sara Beth stopped. She had a look of fear in her eyes. ‘’I can’t do this!’’ she shouted. She turned to run back home when Leroy grabbed her arm and calmly said: ‘’you’re my sister; I would never let anything happen to you. I need you.’’ The little girl nodded her head and they continued their journey towards the old lady’s farm. After 26 minutes of trekking through the woods, they could finally see the stables where the horse was being kept. They decided that they were hungry. So they would eat first. Using the hammer, Leroy beat open the lids on the bean cans. ‘’we need fire to warm these up’’ he muttered. There just happened to be an old battery sitting by a tree with just enough juice in it. Leroy grabbed the jumper cables. He threw them aside... He took the shotgun and shot the battery which exploded in a ball of flames. ‘’There!’’ he said. After they had eaten, it was time to get down to business. It was time to execute (probably not what Sergeant Buttercup wants to hear) their plan… ;-)
Now you’re probably wondering why they brought the oranges with them if they weren’t for eating, aren’t you? Well you see, Sara Beth has a secret. She’s what you call a ‘’Spiritual Healer’’. The zest from the orange peel contains a special acid that mixed with the vets special lotion, will remove the cloudiness from the eyes of the horse and will cure his blindness forever. So they snuck into the stable. Butters was in his stall sleeping. Sara Beth went to work. After an hour of careful squirting, the deed was done. Now it was Leroy’s time to shine. He was going to ride Sergeant Buttercup into the sunset. Just then, the executioner arrived for the lethal injection. Good thing I brought all that chicken wire, Leroy thought to himself. With his sister distracting the man (we won’t go into detail into what she did), he knocked him out with one blow to the head with his dad’s shotgun and then wrapped him up tightly with the chicken wire. He left Sara Beth to watch guard (with the knife) while he rode off with the Chestnut Beauty. They galloped out of the stables and into the free world. Mr. Buttercup was alive for the first time in his life. He had never been happier and he owed it all to Leroy. A 16 year old boy with big dreams and a big heart.
The End
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This story was cool the FIRST time I read it...a year ago!
ReplyDeleteUgh, where's the new Rants Rob? You can't be fresh out already!
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