Sweets come home

Rolling onto the quite rusty looking old farm, we were not fully sure if we knew what we were getting ourselves into yet. It all had started a week ago. We have seen an advertisement online on facebook. It was posted by a guy named "Paul", who was trying to sell his Teddy Cob Sweet-Talker. Sweets, as we called him from then on, looked insanely cute in the picture, but also not as well. We were worried about his condition, and decided to take a risk and drive there, to take a good look at Sweets, and potentially even buy and immediatly take him home. The week was filled with discussions about money, Sweets, and in what case we would and would not take him with us. My partner, Jake, was very clear about NOT getting anymore horses, but I had blinked at him with my eyelashes and told him that one little pony who needs our help couldnt hurt THAT much. So he sighed, very often, but agreed to take a look at Sweets. "But if he is sick, we will not rescue him! This is not a rescue mission!" he had told me many, many times over the last days. Said and done, I had of course not given him any promise, and now we were directly on our way to meet Sweets and Paul for the first time. Jake, looking like he is regretting all his life decisions, sat next to me, while I was driving down the old, shaky path. After parking the car, he shoot me a side-eye again, to remind me of our deal, that I had never agreed to, and we got out. Walking over this old farm was really exaggurating how bad the state of this farm was. Everywhere was mud, things looked as if they hadn't been used in 10 years, and the fences and houses were old and rotten. In silence, we had walked together over to the seeming main house, and rang the bell that... didn't worked. "Well, lets see then if someone opens us when we knock, huh?" Jake asked, and knocked on the door. We waited for quite a bit, till an even older looking Man opened the door and grunted something. "Hi!" I said, shaking his hand. "I'm Katelyn, and this is my husband Jake." We're here because of your Advertisement in the Facebook group "Ponies looking for homes!". He just stared at us, grabbing his walking stick with a shaking hand, and then making his way down the steps very slowly. We looked at each other, Jake just shrugging his shoulders, and then we followed him quietly and very, very, very slowly over the big farm. "How old is Sweet Talker?" I ask after a good 5 minutes, which had us only halfway crossing the distance to the pasture and stable complex. The old man muttered something, and Jake just shook his head, knowing already that we would not get any answers out of Paul, if this old man even was Paul. After another 5 minutes of very slow walking and trying to get through the very overgrown farm, the old man opened the gate to the pasture. Immedaitly, we heard a high pitched neigh, and a small teddy cob was trotting towards us.... limping. I stare at him, to get around of looking into Jakes very telling eyes. Jake sighed, and nodded, knowing where this was going. "How much did you said you wanted for him again?" I said, watching the very beautiful cob come to an halt just a few meters in front of us. The old man muttered something of a few hundered dollars, and I nod, pulling out a few dollar notes. "Does this sound good to you?" I ask, handing the old man a few hundered dollar notes. Jake facepalmed himself, muttering under his breath how this, and specifically I, was a huge mistake, and why he even had allowed me to come here, if he already knew anyways how it would end. Because those trips always end like this. There is a cute horse, I see the cute horse, and I want to buy it. And then we drive home, with a new and very cute horse, which most certainly always brings a huge vet bill with itself home. I grin apologetic at Jake, who just rolls his eyes, while going over to Sweets. "Hello there sweet boy. How tame are you, huh? I wonder if I can get a halter on you. Is he trained to go on transporters?" He asked, but the old man didn't answered. He was busy taking the money, and putting it into his pokets with huge difficulty. I walk over to Sweet Talker and Jake, and help my husband to put the halter we had brought for him, just in case obviously, we were of course only here to take a look-..., onto his cute fluffy head. The bells on the halter were making cute muffled sounds, and so I closed it and attached the leading rope to the now secured halter. Jake walked in front of us, opening the gate and then going with us and the old man over where we had parked our car. To our all big suprise, Sweets walked right up the ramp, starting to immediatly eat the hay we had prepared for him. After I had secured him and closed the ramp, we turned around to say goodbye to the old man, but he had vanished without us noticing.