Once upon a time, a long while ago…
Do you want to know when?
That’s of little impotance…
Where?
Anywhere.
Except that it was a fairy-like place…
So, once upon a time, there was a small very nice little boy!
And of course he was gentle and beautiful and…
Was his red hair red, fair or black?
Never mind!
No matter the form, the colour of his eyes, either.
His beauty came from the sweeteness, the kindness of his heart.
Where did he live?
In the plains, also the mountains…
In the middle of the forest or along the seaside…
But…
All this was the work of his mind.
Yes! Really! That way he was able to go wherever he liked.
He was not a lonesome child.
Actually, he got some brothers and one sister and his parents of course.
And… I don’t even speak about the aunts, uncles and loads of cousins!
Do not forget his very lovely dear grannies and granddads.
It’s quite a lot of folk in fact…
But he alone was able to transform things and matters and never the others knew about it.
At no time he get tired of this everchanging world of his.
He took the life very easy indeed and enjoyed this everlasting pleasure again and again and again.
Peacefully, he watched that world of him through his closed eyes…
However…
One day he was walking along a shore something exciting happened.
A herd of horses was galloping in the sea splashing amazing amounts of salted water.
White rods of cold liquid.
A true magical game, one to be spell-bound by…
Little Boy very quiet, stood demure extremely thoughtful.
Yes! Sure!
Something was going on…
Something was on the verge of…
Suddenly one horse stops;
He sniffs then snorts.
And half turns back towards the boy.
Puzzled the others stop, rear, neigh, but without much hesitation leave the one behind.
The steed approaches at a frantic gait.
Then he slows his pace.
And it’s love at first sight!
Or rather at first sniffing, you could say!
Kindred spirits…
A fellowship of some sort.
A single look and two they were and two they went.
About the horse
Do not try to guess his colour or his race.
You should know by now that it is of no or little importance.
For the little boy it was the Horse or better said the Pony.
Maybe at this point, I could, I would, I should tell you the little boy could certainly have been a little girl.
And to show you how much I mean it, let’s call him or her Child.
How can we call the Horse, do you think?
Be it Poney!
For a child a pony looks always easier!
So, as it is, after their wonderful encounter, Child and Poney went most f the time side by side.
An especially delightful picture to watch as you can imagine!
One of the nicest part of that story is that as nobody could perceive them together, nobody could ever be jealous of Child.
You can call this magic or a trick.
Whatever… I wouldn’t mind.
And I would understand, even for me, it’s a strange story.
To come back to Child and Poney, they travelled quite a lot back and forth in the loveliest places.
It was as you guess an enchanting time…
But right now we are going to leave them for a wee while…
