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I would suppose it it is needless to say, but come the next morning, Mom and Dad asked where was Mike.
Playing dumb is difficult when you know where your brother resides, and worse it is hard to deny knowledge of him, especially when he stands in the shed, and whinnies for his morning rations of food proper for he being a pony.
Work and duties of employment called Mom to leave for work, while father remained to await his vagabond son home from some wild night.
Dad had no idea what a wild night is or was, and for Mike his night shut in the shed must have become a virtual hell.
Sneaking out to the shed, I opened the doors and Mike burst forth, galloping across the back yard, turning and eying his brother, he whinnied his pain and personal horror.
Too loud and too much noise, father came outside, he seeing the animal, wanted nothing to do with it, and blamed his younger son for being foolish and keeping some run-a-way animal as a pet.
Hours later, when Mom drove in the driveway and saw a stock truck loading a neat looking, well groomed pony into the rear stockade; she too thought her younger son was the real culperate.
Mike whinnied his complaints, but looking at me, our minds seemingly connected, we realizing together he was then as a pony, an animal, and the property of men for use as some beast of burden or a stud breeder. The later being something I felt some cause for wishing to join Mike, as the youthful years of puberty waned and I felt those manly urges from time to time!
Days passed by, the police came and made a report of a missing person.
Come the weekend, it offered a time to bike to the farm where Mike went to live. Upon arriving there, Mike saw his real relation, charging across the pasture to meet and greet, he was joined by several handsome mares, his herd, and likely too, his harem.
Written by T.K. Rustin
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