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- if you are sensitive don’t read on -

The high grass on the field waved in the warm wind of a late Monday evening in June. A pieceful silence hung over the property of Dark Lake Stables.
Alex, the county vet, had just finished his examination of the injured horses in the Nightmare’s Stable. Rebel Yell was in good health again, though she seemed to suffer from the loss of her foal. The mare had an unusual temper, but it was visible that time would heal this wound. Artibeus on the contrary seemed very apathetic on the surface, but none of the staff would bet on that. The one with the best mood was Freak, who really seemed to have enjoyed his weeks hanging from the ceiling in a harness with his leg in plaster. Sometimes he used it as a swing. “I would go mad if he could whistle as well...” some said.

As the man came running down the tree shadowed driveway it was visible that the peace was about to be shattered as he startet muttering something of an accident, that they needed a vet, on the country road that passed by Dark Lakes southern wall. Alex, Charlotte Miro and the Boss hurried to Alex’ SUV and headed for the place the man directed them to.

A drunken driver had wrecked a trailer with 15 horses that were about to be sent to the slaugherhouse. Some witnesses had already caught the terrified horses that seemed to be unharmed and tried to calm them down. Others had less luck. Alex sighed as he went back to his car, passing by some lethal injured horses. There was work for him to do.

The Boss was seething with rage. If the driver hadn’t already been brought to the hospital... . He stepped into the trailer and saw the mare. She was leaning on the trailer wall. With her eyes she stared black holes into the air. She stood there motionless, almost lifeless. It was impossible to tell which color she head, she was covered with dirt, sore wounds and dry blood. Her breed seemed to be “Undead Skeleton” (He gave himself a mental slap in the face for his own sarcasm.).
The Boss reached out a hand with one of the treats that he always had in his pocket... She didn’t even snort.
He turned around and walked out of the trailer. A small “business man” caught his attention as he said: “Horrible... horrible. A loss of 7000 Euros... not calculated the trailer.... Horrible.” With a voice cutting as a sharp knife the Boss raised his voice. “EXCUSE me...”

The last one... Alex turned toward the trailer. Charlotte Miro was shouting “Hurry” angrily into her mobile phone. The body of a white horse was salvaged from the trailers wreck. Then someone brought the mare out.
“Let her stay in there.” Alex said, but the man continued to walk slowly down the ramp with her. She was shaking and staggered with every step she took on her outgrown hooves. The poor girl had been neglected.
“Don’t you understand. There is no need to bring her down here, she suffered enough.”
“Her owner said she will be brought to a stable, she shouldn’t be killed.” He answered stoically. Alex sighed.
“Man, that’s ridiculous, that mare can collapse every second. She won’t last a day.”
“Don’t tell that to me. Tell him.” He pointed toward the little “business man”, who was having a dispute with the Boss. Alex rushed to them.
“That’s cruelty to let her suffer like this. I can put her down and she won’t have pain anymore.” The vet growled.
”You can’t imagine how little this matters to me, they might as well have shot it. It is not my concern.” He waved with several bank notes in his hand and turned to his car. He honked at a black horse trailer in his way, which was trying to find a parking place that was nearest to the wrecked trailer. Alex eyes widened as he recognized the coat of arms on it.
“Just tell me you didn’t...”
...

Background Story.

Another obsession of the Boss. I guess it’s not because he likes to have a rescue farm... ^^’ This is something personal

Sorry for the low quality, but this is actually a “next to my school notes” – sketch. Well I’m kind of jumping *kalmakoira ‘s neglected adoption band. As I saw them I was very touched, because this was not the first time I saw something like this. I even saw it in real life. The sad thing is... the horse didn’t make it. So this is maybe my way of bringing her back to life and giving her a second chance to be loved and cared for...

Her story will of course continue for a while.

Description
- if you are sensitive don’t read on -

The high grass on the field waved in the warm wind of a late Monday evening in June. A pieceful silence hung over the property of Dark Lake Stables.
Alex, the county vet, had just finished his examination of the injured horses in the Nightmare’s Stable. Rebel Yell was in good health again, though she seemed to suffer from the loss of her foal. The mare had an unusual temper, but it was visible that time would heal this wound. Artibeus on the contrary seemed very apathetic on the surface, but none of the staff would bet on that. The one with the best mood was Freak, who really seemed to have enjoyed his weeks hanging from the ceiling in a harness with his leg in plaster. Sometimes he used it as a swing. “I would go mad if he could whistle as well...” some said.

As the man came running down the tree shadowed driveway it was visible that the peace was about to be shattered as he startet muttering something of an accident, that they needed a vet, on the country road that passed by Dark Lakes southern wall. Alex, Charlotte Miro and the Boss hurried to Alex’ SUV and headed for the place the man directed them to.

A drunken driver had wrecked a trailer with 15 horses that were about to be sent to the slaugherhouse. Some witnesses had already caught the terrified horses that seemed to be unharmed and tried to calm them down. Others had less luck. Alex sighed as he went back to his car, passing by some lethal injured horses. There was work for him to do.

The Boss was seething with rage. If the driver hadn’t already been brought to the hospital... . He stepped into the trailer and saw the mare. She was leaning on the trailer wall. With her eyes she stared black holes into the air. She stood there motionless, almost lifeless. It was impossible to tell which color she head, she was covered with dirt, sore wounds and dry blood. Her breed seemed to be “Undead Skeleton” (He gave himself a mental slap in the face for his own sarcasm.).
The Boss reached out a hand with one of the treats that he always had in his pocket... She didn’t even snort.
He turned around and walked out of the trailer. A small “business man” caught his attention as he said: “Horrible... horrible. A loss of 7000 Euros... not calculated the trailer.... Horrible.” With a voice cutting as a sharp knife the Boss raised his voice. “EXCUSE me...”

The last one... Alex turned toward the trailer. Charlotte Miro was shouting “Hurry” angrily into her mobile phone. The body of a white horse was salvaged from the trailers wreck. Then someone brought the mare out.
“Let her stay in there.” Alex said, but the man continued to walk slowly down the ramp with her. She was shaking and staggered with every step she took on her outgrown hooves. The poor girl had been neglected.
“Don’t you understand. There is no need to bring her down here, she suffered enough.”
“Her owner said she will be brought to a stable, she shouldn’t be killed.” He answered stoically. Alex sighed.
“Man, that’s ridiculous, that mare can collapse every second. She won’t last a day.”
“Don’t tell that to me. Tell him.” He pointed toward the little “business man”, who was having a dispute with the Boss. Alex rushed to them.
“That’s cruelty to let her suffer like this. I can put her down and she won’t have pain anymore.” The vet growled.
”You can’t imagine how little this matters to me, they might as well have shot it. It is not my concern.” He waved with several bank notes in his hand and turned to his car. He honked at a black horse trailer in his way, which was trying to find a parking place that was nearest to the wrecked trailer. Alex eyes widened as he recognized the coat of arms on it.
“Just tell me you didn’t...”
...

Background Story.

Another obsession of the Boss. I guess it’s not because he likes to have a rescue farm... ^^’ This is something personal

Sorry for the low quality, but this is actually a “next to my school notes” – sketch. Well I’m kind of jumping *kalmakoira ‘s neglected adoption band. As I saw them I was very touched, because this was not the first time I saw something like this. I even saw it in real life. The sad thing is... the horse didn’t make it. So this is maybe my way of bringing her back to life and giving her a second chance to be loved and cared for...

Her story will of course continue for a while.