The Healing Horse, Ch. 8, Scene 13: The Next Morning Came

Karen’s streak of good fortune continues. She wakes up and finds Pegasus alive. She realizes that her Mama is backing her, rather than standing in her way. Life keeps getting better and better.

Scene 13: The Next Morning Came

When morning came, the sun peered through the garage window, warming and waking Karen. She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she gradually opened them. For a moment, she did not know where she was, but then she saw Pegasus’ hooves beside her.

She looked up at her stallion. She had slept all night at his feet, and he was still snoring. She smiled as she realized that she had not known horses could snore. Not wanting to disturb him, she pulled the blanket up to her chin and silently thanked Mama for covering her and for letting her sleep in the garage.

Warm appreciation filled her heart as she realized that Mama was supporting her, and that she finally had the horse of which she had dreamed. She felt blissful, but her mind was full of the reality of the situation. Having Pegasus at home with her was a miracle. Nevertheless, she would now have to find proper shelter for him. Her garage was no place for a horse, wooden or real.

Looking up at Pegasus, she saw that he had changed during the night. His creamy carved mane was now gleaming white horsehair. His hooves wore metal shoes, though his left rear hoof still proudly displayed his disability. His saddle was now leather of the richest magenta and deepest blue, and more vibrant than when it had been made of painted wood. Everything about him had become deliciously real. Though in her eyes he would remain forever a rainbow stallion, to the rest of the world, he was now a living, breathing, sleek white stallion with a princely white mane and a lavender tint.

What was the word Joshua taught me? Pulchritudinous—having beauty, being handsome, lovely and beautiful. I had many thoughts about Pegasus being beauteous and being real, but never, ever, did I begin to imagine that it would actually happen. Pulchritudinous!

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