Mrs. Mac: Sneak Peek
#1 of stories
A sneak peek at my upcoming story of a budding relationship between an elder corgi and a young equine, that won't end how most would expect....
The pallor of depression was beginning to show in the lines of her face and a heavy stone seemed to rest in the pit of her stomach, thus when a soft knock rapped at her door, she was surprised, her softly rounded ears perking up. She almost assumed she had imagined it, except that the timid knock came again, and the sound of a deep voice echoed from the other side. Another, younger voice replied to the deeper one, which in turn seemed to reprimand the younger sharply. But before the the younger could retort, the elder woman opened the door only to find herself confronted by.... Two enormous pairs of legs. Her wide brown eyes traveled up up and up over the frames of two massive equines. Massive in comparison to her diminutive self anyways. The one on the left looked to be older, a dark bay with a broad chest and a short cropped mane, the deeper voice that she had heard, and the on on the right was clearly younger. Bay and white paint splashed his coat, tall and lean, clearly still growing, and unlike the larger older male who gave a small friendly smile to the canine, the younger looked pointedly away, ears laid back.
"Good afternoon Mrs. MacWhiggins," the stallion knelt down to greet her on a relatively even level, "I'm Harold Longshanks from down the street and this is my son, Broderick," he yanked the colt down, though he seemed to be out of his colt years, and the paint flicked a glance at the corgi before snapping his eyes away again. What was this all about she wondered. She recognized the family of equines from down the street a way, but they had never exchanged more than a few neighborly hellos.
"I'm so terribly sorry to bother you," Harold went on, "But Brody here has something to say.... Don't you son?" he glared sternly at his progeny, who seemed to wilt slightly. He clearly didn't want to be there but Mrs. MacWhiggins was beginning to suspect this was a parenting moment, not that she really had any firstpaw experience with those.
"I... I'm sorry I smashed your mailbox, ma'am, it was irresponsible and coltish and until i learn my lesson I'm going to be working for you to maybe learn some responsibility and pride in my work like you have." The younger male rattled off his little spiel quickly, as though it had been scripted and rehearsed, which considering the situation, it most likely was. Once he was done speaking, he looked away again, as though if he ignored the adults' presence, they might actually disappear and he could escape.
Looking around the two horses, she could see that her mailbox was indeed smashed. The metal canister caved in on one side and the wooden post broken in half, laying on the ground. "But why?" she asked softly, more overwhelmed by the sudden presence of two enormous males than upset by the damage to her property.
"An excellent question..." Harold glowered at his son who shrank even more. "In any case, ma'am, in addition to paying for the damages and repairing your mailbox, Broderick will be at your service for the next two weeks. Put him to work, he might be lazy at times, but don't let him fool you, he's more than capable." The big stallion slapped his son on the back, the younger taking it with a grunt. "I'll be back to collect him before dinner and with a new mailbox, so sorry for the inconvenience." With that Harold stood and turned away, clopping down the walk back to the street, leaving Brody with the canine, still stunned that, of al the times in her life, it should happen now.