Post by .:Xeztie:. on Jul 6, 2006 13:21:37 GMT -5
The sun was shining and the birds were chirping as Kathy Griffin walked her way across campus. It was a lazy saturday and it was a suprise to her that she was up as early as 9:00am. Also to her suprise, the school grounds were scattered with early risers like her. She came to the conclusion that the nice weather had pressured peope outside. With her jeans rolled half way up your calfs and a polo tee-shirt, she made her way to the stables, where her lovely Drew was waiting for her and his breakfast. A bee flew up to her ear and she calming shooed it away, hearing the buzz of its wings fading as it left. Since her hand was already up by her face, she took the liberty of running her hands through her blonde hair, pushing the locks away from her eyes. She reached the stable and entered casually, loving the sights and smells of her favorite place. Stables had been her place of refuge since she was a little girl, something about the horses, the hay, made all her problems go away.
Kathy walked briskly through the aisle, glancing inside of every stall to see the familar furry faces. She finally reached her stall and looked inside, a smile creeping up on her lips. There he was, the little trouble-maker, taking a sip out of his water bucket. He sensed Kathy's presence and lifted his big chestnut head, letting a couple soft nickers escape his thoat. His dark coat shined under the sunlight that was shining through the window. Every muscle gleamed and sparkled. His ears pricked forward and he stretched his neck long, hoping to get some kind of affection. With a little chuckle, Kathy reached through the bars of the stall and scratched Drew's velvety nose with one finger. She unlocked the stall and slipped in, closing the door behind her.
"How's my baby doing?" She asked him, scratching him in his favorite place on his neck. He stretched and moved his head, loving the feeling. Kathy loved this horse, he had a personality all his own. She looked into his hay bucket and, as expected, saw it completely empty. Drew had an amazing appitite and it was a miracle that he still stayed in shape. Kathy slipped out of the stall, making sure to lock it after she was out. Drew had a habit of escaping from his stall periodically, so locking up tight had become a routine for Kathy. Hearing him nicker for her to come back and scratch him some more, she walked down the aisle a little ways, coming to an old, wooden ladder. Without giving much though to it, she climbed up into the hayloft that was about half full. Bales of hay surrounded her and she grabbed the nearest one. With her toned muscles and no trouble at all, she picked up the barrel by the twine and threw it down to the aisle below. Dusting off her hands, she went to climb down the ladder and saw someone standing below. The bale of hay had missed the person only by about a foot and left them covered with fly-away peices of hay.
"Woops, sorry!" She called down to them, hoping that they wouldn't be mad at her carelessness.
Kathy walked briskly through the aisle, glancing inside of every stall to see the familar furry faces. She finally reached her stall and looked inside, a smile creeping up on her lips. There he was, the little trouble-maker, taking a sip out of his water bucket. He sensed Kathy's presence and lifted his big chestnut head, letting a couple soft nickers escape his thoat. His dark coat shined under the sunlight that was shining through the window. Every muscle gleamed and sparkled. His ears pricked forward and he stretched his neck long, hoping to get some kind of affection. With a little chuckle, Kathy reached through the bars of the stall and scratched Drew's velvety nose with one finger. She unlocked the stall and slipped in, closing the door behind her.
"How's my baby doing?" She asked him, scratching him in his favorite place on his neck. He stretched and moved his head, loving the feeling. Kathy loved this horse, he had a personality all his own. She looked into his hay bucket and, as expected, saw it completely empty. Drew had an amazing appitite and it was a miracle that he still stayed in shape. Kathy slipped out of the stall, making sure to lock it after she was out. Drew had a habit of escaping from his stall periodically, so locking up tight had become a routine for Kathy. Hearing him nicker for her to come back and scratch him some more, she walked down the aisle a little ways, coming to an old, wooden ladder. Without giving much though to it, she climbed up into the hayloft that was about half full. Bales of hay surrounded her and she grabbed the nearest one. With her toned muscles and no trouble at all, she picked up the barrel by the twine and threw it down to the aisle below. Dusting off her hands, she went to climb down the ladder and saw someone standing below. The bale of hay had missed the person only by about a foot and left them covered with fly-away peices of hay.
"Woops, sorry!" She called down to them, hoping that they wouldn't be mad at her carelessness.
