Rae's Birthday.

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A slim-figured girl raced towards the barn, looking around for her riding horse. The horse wasn't really hers, but her fathers. He owned a horse farm, and let her ride Old Bess. Old Bess was nice, but couldn't do all the things Rae liked to do, such as jump. As Rae walked towards Old Bess' stall, she, first saw her big brown eyes, then the rest of her gray-white head. She let Bess sniff her hand, and then gave her the carrot she had saved in her pocket.

Rae wasn't too tall for her 12-year-old age, only about 5 feet tall, and had to stand on her tip-toes to reach the saddle and bridle hung on the wall next to Bess' stall. She tacked Bess up, not needing to make sure she hadn't puffed out her belly while Rae was doing the girth up, and walked toward the mounting block. When she was on, she put a bit of pressure onto Bess' sides, and the old mare trotted. her sturdy legs still graceful despite her age, and soon, they were cantering. Rae sat, moving to the rhythm of Bess' gait. After about an hour, they were back at the farm, and Rae cooled Bess out, then took off all of her tack, and hung it back where it was.

"Tom, Rae's birthday is soon. Why don't you get her a horse? She's been riding the same old gray horse since she learned how to walk," Rae's mother, Eve asked her father.
"But I don't have any extra horses I can just give to her," he replied.
"What about a mustang, I saw--"
"No, not a mustang. They're crazy, one could kill her," Tom replied, worry suddenly clouding his eyes, and he pictured Rae, and mustang rearing over her, it's powerful hooves striking the air, ready to come down on her...
"I saw this real gentle one. A beauty, too. Looked more like an Arab then a mustang," Eve continued, her voice in a dreamy state, her brown eye staring at the mustang she had seen earlier.
"I'll see, but if she's too wild, she's goin' back. Rae'll just have to wait for another horse, if she's too wild." With that, Tom got up and walked up to his and Eve's bedroom.

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Rae walked into the kitchen, seeing her mother staring off into space, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Mom?"
Her mother blinked rapidly in surprise, but her gaze softened as she saw her daughter. She smied as she saw how much she looked like her, the same pretty, high-cheekboned face, the same soft eyes-- athough Rae's were an ocean blue color, and Eve's were a chocolate brown color, and the same slim body, with long-ish legs, but Rae had wavy brown hair that came down to the middle of her back, and her mother had short gold-brown hair.

"Sweet, go wash up, and I'll get dinner started. We're having pot roast," her mother said, not wanting Rae to ask about what she was thinking of. She got up, and looked into the refridgorator for the frozen post roast. Rae loooked at her mother strangely, but went upstairs to take a shower.

When she got out of the shower, she could smell her mothers homemade bread and the pot roast. Her mother never bought anything from the store unless it was meat, because her mother never bought anything from the store. Tastes like nothin' at all,, Rae's grandmother would say, her voice thick with a southern accent.

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Rae walked down to the stables that next Saturday morning, so early that the sun was still rising. Rae looked over at her clock. 6:12AM it said. She got out of bed, put on some blue-black jeans, a gray Old-navy T-shirt wih the logo written in silver cursive, and a brown sweatshirt. She brushed her long dark brown wave-curls put a frest thin line o eyeliner around her ocean blue eyes, got her camera, and went down to the pasture.