Dream

PART ONE: MOE

I raised my head, ears flicking back and forth. Behind me, the crunch of a squirrel’s footsteps, to my left, the twinkling water rushing through the creek, and above me, the cry of a hawk. It was peaceful here, in the wide green meadow. Fresh grass, clear air, and cold creek water. What more could a stallion need? Looking around at my herd mates, I still felt a pang of longing, deep in my chest. As much as I tried to ignore it, I still wanted what each and every one of us wanted: a person to call my own. You see, all Teddy Cobs have a deep connection to humans, a desire to be around them. Though I had my herd, my large meadow, my plentiful food… I still wanted a human. A human of my very own. To brush me, scratch all the itches I can’t reach, maybe even take me out on adventures. I wasn’t picky.

PART TWO: MAGGIE

“C’mon mom!! Hurry!!” I shouted excitedly as I rushed up the tall hill. My mom trailed behind me, going painfully slow. “Hurry hurry hurry!!!”

“Mags, I’m coming! Don’t worry, the ponies aren't going anywhere.” Mom laughed. I didn’t see what was funny. The ponies weren’t going anywhere, but all the other people with their bell ribbons were! Finally, mom caught up to me, and we crested the hill together. There they were!!!!! All of the ponies, the biggest herd yet. Bay and black and paint all moved together as the ponies mingled, grazing and occasionally tossing a playful look at one another. I scanned the herd, waiting for a pony to catch my eye. By the creek, a small stallion grazed peacefully, his silvery mane dancing in the breeze.

“Mom,” I pointed, barely daring to breathe. “There.”

She saw the pony, and looked at me, eyes wide.

“He looks exactly like the pony you’ve been drawing!” She exclaimed. For the last few weeks, all I could think about was the Teddy Cob claiming day. It occupied my every waking moment, and quickly filled my dreams. The main focus of these dreams was a majestic silver buckskin stallion, with blue eyes and long feathering. He looked just like the pony before me. He was the pony from my dreams. Dream. That would be a good name. I could claim this pony, and I would name him Dream, and we would be best friends forever. I carefully pulled my bell ribbon out of my pocket, and began to approach Dream, when…

To be continued.