“Hi ya’ boy! Ready to get all gussy up?”

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When Celeste arrived home after school was out, she noticed her father’s car was in the driveway.  The little girl ran home with joy in her heart while yelling out her papa’s name down her driveway.  She was ready to jump into his strong arms when she reached her home; however, her father did not hear her.  She came to a halt by the porch steps, and could hear her parents arguing with one another.  She smiled to hear her father’s southern drawl and curse words flowing out like music.  Not wanting to bother them in their heated discussion, she decided to go do her chores and then come back later to say hello.

She quickly threw her backpack on the ground and headed to the barn.  Her thoughts were on jumping into a huge hay mound they fed their milking cows with.  The stack of hay was situated in the middle of the massive barns floor.  She never tired of jumping and playing in the hay.

Each step the little tomboy took up the tall ladder brought her closer to the exhilaration feeling of flying in the air.   The minute her tiny feet touched the top of the floor, she took a deep breath and jumped off the high level with glee into the waiting pile of hay.  She giggled with joy as she watched the dust particles settle, all of a sudden she heard loud voices.  Staying quiet she covered herself with the hay so no one would see her.

“You better be careful Dale, they’ll find out that you are a pervert when you drink and have a record with the law.”  A male’s voice stated out with concern.  “Shit, if ya’ don’t keep your mouth shut, I won’t have a job any longer.  So shut your dab burn trap!”  Dale yelled at the other man. Celeste didn’t understand what the word pervert meant.  She scrunched up her brow in thought and then watched the men leave the barn.  When the coast was clear she quietly and quickly got the heck out of the hay stack and went to see her horse.

Celeste immediately looked around making sure the men did not see her.  Ghost was waiting for her in his stall when she arrived.  “Hi ya’ boy! Ready to get all gussy up.”  Lightly she touched her white gelding’s muzzle as she spoke softly to him and then kissed his nose.  Unlocking the door to his stall, she turned her back on the horse and went into her tack room and pulled out the horse’s grooming brush.

Ghost knew the routine, he opened the stall door with his muzzle and walked over willingly and stood still waiting to be groomed.  The minute she turned around she smiled with peace.  She loved this horse more than anyone in the world.  As she began to brush the beautiful gelding’s coat she spoke to him gently telling him about her awful day at school.

After she completed her task, she put the horse back into his stall forgetting to lock the door, and headed back to the house to see her father. When she arrived, she could still hear her parents fighting, so she decided to grab a basket and headed out towards the chicken coop to get the daily eggs.

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3 thoughts on ““Hi ya’ boy! Ready to get all gussy up?”

  1. Awww ! I liked to jump in hay mound too… Even from the hayfork pulley hoisted all the way up. Should make a post about this happy memory…

    1. Oh Coco…see how cool childhood memories are! I had some good one’s and love to stop to smell the beauty of farm life! Do post~ Besides memories make up a beginning of a good story???

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