Animal Farm Alternate Ending

I sighed in exhaustion as I continued to unpack the leather bridles and woven girths. Moving the horses to the new farm had once again taken its toal on me. I grabbed in the box for another headstall, placing it on the hook before reaching for another. My hand closed around nylon this time and I pulled it up from the dark recesses of the box, dreading what I had grabbed. Clutched in my hand was what I feared because of the memories attached. The small blue halter was inanimate but the feelings associated with it were not. I closed my eyes, remembering the now painful memories. “Dad! Ladybug foaled!” I yelled across the farm. The sound of two pairs of footsteps resounded on the gravel as dad and James sprinted across the farm. We hurried …show more content…
Ladybug wasn’t letting us interact with the colt and that wasn’t good. We were planning to move them inside, where we could bond with the newborn and keep an eye on the pair. The mare evaded the lasso but her foal didn’t. It caught him around the neck and pulled him to the sandy ground. Ladybug screeched to a halt beside her terrified baby. Dad rushed over and untangled the colt but the damage had already been done. Fast-forward to the next morning. Ladybug and the foal are safely in a large stall. My cowboy boot clad feet stood on the rocky gravel as I stared at the colt’s knee. It had swollen up overnight to the size of a baseball. In my mind I kept replaying the events of the night before. The lasso caught the colt, the colt fell, and Ladybug stopped by him. And just like that I knew what happened. Dad came down to the barn after I called him. It didn’t take long for him to realize that the colt hit his knee when he fell. Dad went over to him and placed his hands on the swollen knee, feeling for anything amiss. “I think it’s just sprained. Let’s give it a few days and go from there.” I clicked fast forward on the memory. Two days later it was clear that the swelling wouldn’t go down on it’s own. That night dad and I went down to the barn armed with a tube of cream to aid in bringing the swelling …show more content…
I held the cream as dad went over to the colt. He wrapped his arm around the horse’s neck, trying to hold him in place. The colt reared back in terror, swinging his neck side to side, trying to free himself from the iron grip of my dad. As the colt grew even more panicked he deployed his line of defense, sitting down. Dad was right behind the colt when he flung himself back, landing in dad’s lap. A laugh ripped itself up my throat as I looked at dad with the colt on his legs. I quickly squeezed some of the white cream onto my hands before rubbing it over the colt’s leg. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind this. Once the cream was thoroughly rubbed in dad pushed the colt back on all fours. Once again my memory skipped forward. The sun beat down on my tank top and jean covered self as I walked to the metal blue shed where the mare and foal resided. Beside me my little sister chattered away, oblivious to how much I wasn’t listening. We entered the shed and Lexi grew even more excited once she saw the baby horse inside. “Look it’s a baby horse! It’s soooo cute! It’s so small! A big horse and a little horse!” She continued to chatter on about the horses and random nonsense. “Yes, Lexi,” I interrupted. “It is a baby horse and he needs a name.” “Let’s name him… Jack!” She exclaimed. At first I recoiled at the ordinary name for such an extraordinary colt but it slowly grew on me. And so the colt now had a