Morgan

*Morgans POV*

Horses are such beautiful and wonderful creatures. I watched as Classic and Punch raced around the outside riding arena that I had placed them in to finish my cleaning duties in the barn. I sat on the fence watching them jump and gallop around in circles, neighing and playing with each other like the best of friends they were.

I listened as they shouted their responses to each other. God only knows what they were saying. The wind was swirling around in the trees. It wasn’t a chilly day, but a nice warm one at that. I was comfortably clothed in old jeans and a t-shirt. I tossed my hair back while the wind ravaged through the mangled mess. I smiled and laughed at their nonsense of rolling around in the mud, right after I had literally just finished bathing them before allowing them into the arena.

“I just washed you two this morning! “ I said shaking my head as they both whinnied at me. I shook a fist at them, jumping down from the gate, watching as they galloped the opposite way, bucking their hind legs back at me and neighing in a playful manner. "Did you just tell me to fuck off?!" I yelled at them. Classic shook her beautiful mane around and whinnied at me. She was totally laughing at me. I placed my hands on my hips and glared at them.

"You're asking for it! No treats for you two!" I hollered back, sneaking the horse treats back into my jeans pocket, briefly turning my back towards them. I stayed like that for a couple minutes before feeling a hot breath roll down the back of my neck. I turned my head around to face Punch, who nudged my back looking for the treats I had so well hidden.

"Oh," I pulled out one of the treats from my pocket, "is this what you want girl?" I held out the treat in the palm of my hand as Punch nuzzled her mouth over my hand, nipping at my hand with her lips till she found her prize. I laughed. Classic trotted over in her usual 'care-free' strut. She nuzzled my face with hers, looking down at me with her beautiful green eyes.

"Here you go girl." I said, holding a treat in one hand while running my other hand down her face. They both were beautiful black horses with whites around their hooves. If it wasn't for different breeders, you wouldn't think twice about them being twins. Punch had big, brown, beautiful eyes while Classic had green eyes. I sighed looking at the both of them, petting their faces. I leaned into each of them and wrapped my arms around their necks. They leaned forward, lowering their heads over my shoulder, as if giving me a hug in return. I patted the sides of their neck before backing away from them.

*"Why would two marvelous creatures want to stay locked up in a pen, when there was a larger world out of their reach?"* That question boggled my mind. I turn towards the barn and head back in to finish my stall duties. "I'll be back to get you both once your stalls are cleaned!" I yelled at them over my shoulder.

The barn was a very large place and held about 10-15 horses, each having their own stall. I was the only worker allowed to be here by myself. Because there was no one else that worked at the barn, I had to muck out each stall, give each horse a bath and feed them. The stalls I normally made decent and picked at each one every other day. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. Working in a barn was hard work, but it was extremely rewarding. Having no one around and a broken radio, it definitely gave me more time to think than I wanted to. It reminded me of how alone I actually was.