Lorraine Heath Quotes
He Ducked Down Under The Wooden Slats Used To Separate The Stalls In The Barn And Crawled Into The Adjacent Stall Where He Began Rubbing The Belly Of The Chestnut Mare.
"Lay Down, Lady. Please ... It's Awful Cold Tonight. Please Lay Down."
The Mare Complied As She Always Did To The Soothing Tone In His Voice. Drawing The Blanket Up Tightly Around Him, He Lay Down Beside The Horse, Moving In Close To Her Side. He Was Careful To Place His Frozen Feet Near Enough To Her For Warmth, But Not So Near That She'd Protest.
"They Had A Real Purty Tree, Lady, With Candles. Bet It Didn't Look As Purty From The Inside, Though. Weren't No Snow On The Inside."
He Snuggled In Closer To The Warm Beast. "Merry Christmas, Lady," He Whispered.
The Mare Nickered And Moved Her Head In Closer To The Boy As He Drifted Off To Sleep, The Scent Of Hay And Livestock Surrounding Them.
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