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My name is Jake martial and from a boy of 6 I have always been around horses, small and large; thin and wide; grumpy and playful. I had been taught to love them and care for them as I would have a human do the same for me and there was no separating me from any of the horses I looked after, but, there was this one horse there that always seemed to show me more affection than the others would and for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on i kept getting another worldly feeling in my body every time I was around her..

Every morning I came in to feed the horses, Misty would be right there at the door of her stall with her head sticking out as far as she could reach and sniffing at the air, I would go over to her and stroke her head and her mane and tell her how much I loved her (as much as I could tell her about love at that age) and about how I would never let her go or leave her. Over time our bond strengthened even so much to the point where we were inseparable unless I had to go into the house for to eat or sleep. This went on until I had reached 18 and it was only then that I had begun to realize small things about her, the most striking was that she never looked as though she aged; she looked just as miraculously perfect as the day I first saw her; the only thing that had changed in her was her size. Back then she was only of pony size, but now she was almost at her full adult size, the other thing about her that I noticed was that when ever I was petting her near the center of her forehead a little higher between her eyes; she would wave her head as though to say no and then she would shy away from me as though I had done something wrong. Little did I know she was hiding a secret from me that she obviously wasn't ready to tell me about yet.

Over the years I have learned things about my horses and seen things about horses (some things as a child I had laughed at and stared horrified at(Horse Mating, important to know and see if one is to fully care for horses eventually)) and have become quite adept at taking care of all six of my female horses and my one Stallion (Smokey) with whom I now see as one lucky bugger. All of my mares barring one; Misty, has mated successfully with my stallion; I don't know what it is that is holding her back from mating with Smokey. I had made sure that I had gotten a reasonably priced Stallion that my of age mares would be able to handle, but Misty just never gave him time of day with her and if I was absolutely honest and to the point; I would for some reason every time Smokey tried to mate with her get jealous of him.

It wasn't just a phase I was going through or a fad, I was actually seething with jealousy and anger every time I had to put him with her to try and mate them with each other. At night I would lie in bed for hours trying to figure out what was going on with myself and trying to figure out if it was my mood that was putting Misty off of mating with him. I decided that I would have a talk with Misty, even though I knew there would be no chance in her even beginning to understand what I was saying to her; but I had to try something.

04:30 and it was time for the feeding session, I decided that this morning I would come into the barn from the other side so that I could deal with Misty last as she would take the longest time. Last night I had prepared all of their feed bags and all I had to do was to set out their feed and then muck out their stables and lay new hay down for them; over all a good couple hours was spent doing this before I got to Misty's stable.

'Good morning beautiful' I said to her noticing the absence of her head from the stable opening.

'Ah, come on; you can';t be upset that I have saved the best of my horses for last can you?' I said trying to abate her mood with me.

I decided to just act as I had with my other horses and set out her feed, which she took eagerly; then set to work on her Stable while taking the chance then to talk to her.

'You know, I had a lot to think about last night' I said starting the one-sided conversation as I started to scrape out the soiled hay beginning at the back of the stable.

'Yeah, took the whole night in fact' At this I could swear I saw her left ear angle itself towards my direction, I took this as a good omen that she was at least hearing my voice; I just wasn't too sure about the listening part.

'I was just trying to figure out why it was that you weren't allowing Smokey there to mate with you. i know I have been off for the last while....well to be honest more than a while but you get the drift. This wouldn't be why you have been putting him off is it? because you see that it puts me into moods every time?' I asked and was rewarded with a turn of her head in my direction, so I could say that it possibly has something to do with me; or she just likes the sound of my voice better when she looks at me.

'If this is the reason then I am sorry and I will do my best to make sure that I control myself better whenever that time comes' I said as I shoveled the rest of the soiled hay out of her stable and walked over to the pile that was set out the night before.

Carrying the bale of hay into the stable I noticed that she was now following my every move as she had done every morning since my father had brought her to the stable 12 years ago. I didn't think it strange that she would do this after all it is as I said something that she always had done, but now the expression on her face was not one of a friendship bond; this had been replaced with a look on her face that said more than friendship. In all the years I have looked after my horses I had become somewhat attuned to the nuances they portrayed, all their attitudes (be it problems or not, although with Smokey; he was all attitude), even their expressions. Everyone I had spoken to about this always said that a horse had one expression and that was of boredom, in my experience and opinion I say that was a lot of horse dung; but I digress....

'So where was I?' I asked her as I walked back into the stable knowing I wouldn't get an answer from her.

'Ah, yes; i was apologizing to you for being so moody when I try to mate you with Smokey. Am I forgiven?' I said to her as I stood in front of her with my hand raised to her head. In return she placed her face into my palm and began to muzzle around it and play with my fingers with her lips.

'Thank you Misty, you know I would hate it so much if I hurt your feelings don't you?' Now this time I definitely saw an answer of understanding as she raised and lowered her head to my question. Even though you could place that on the doorstep of normal horse actions, it was all about the timing of the action that gave away the sense of intellect and understanding.

'You understood me there, didn't you?' I asked more disbelieving what I had witnessed than what the implications were. And again I got the nodding from her.

'Is your name Smokey?' I said testing her actions and was stunned into silence when I received her head swinging side to side as a negative answer.

I just stood there stunned, unable to move or say anything for what seemed like an eternity and it was only when she chuffed air out through clenched teeth that I seemed to come back to the world of the living.

'Oh my god, you can understand me? have you always been able to?' Again another series of nods from her.

Now I threw caution into the wind by asking the question I needed from her.

'Is it because of my moods that you do not mate with Smokey?' Hmmmm, a negative; so it isn't my moods then.

'Is it because of me that you won't mate with him?' I asked knowing that this couldn't be the reason. But was stunned once more when I got a positive response from her.

'Do you want to mate with him at all?' A negative. It was now seeming to be that I was playing a negative part in her mating process, how to fix it was going to be a much harder problem to fix. But there could be no way that I could make her do something that she doesn't want to do, it would have broken me to do that and in the process hurt her.

'Ah,okay. No problem, just means more for the other girls to go around' I said chuckling to myself which earned me a swipe of her head against my arm. I had forgotten for a second that she could actually understand what I was saying.

'Ok, now I am going to have to keep things in me head from now' I said again and got another swipe in answer.

'Ok...ok, You know I can't help but talk to you' I said as I remembered what I was meant to be doing and continued to bring in another bale of hay for her. Normally I would set up 5 bales for the horses, a couple strewn across the floor of the stable and 3 lined along the wall but for Misty this morning I would set out 6 for her, an extra bale on the floor for extra comfort for her.