Kickstart My Heart

by dragonpony111

Chapter 2: December 24th, 2011 (part 1)

“I had an important choice to make today, one that affected me more than I could have ever anticipated. I had to choose whether or not to accept what life had literally dropped at my doorstep.”

I’m awake again, due to the same reason as last time, due to hearing noises from downstairs. I turn to my clock as I rub my eyes and I see that it is only six fifty three a.m. and that I still have over an hour of sleep left before I normally wake up. These noises are the same but different though, they are the same thuds that woke me up before, but weaker and more than just two. I can hear another thud every two to three seconds. I get up to stretch and let out a long yawn while doing so. I turn on the hallway light and make my way downstairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairway I can see something at my front door, and I can still hear the periodic thuds which are louder now. I immediately think about running back up to my room to get my bat, but I instantly realize I had left it leaning against the wall on the other side of the room.

With no better ideas in my mind I just decide to turn on the lights. As I do I notice that the figure at my door was actually that little pony, I noticed she escaped the box by somehow managing to knock it over. Turning on the lights startles her and she charges back into the cardboard box. As I look around the room I can see she knocked over my umbrella stand and broke the potted plant that was sitting next to it; she also left several dents in the bottom of my front door, and the cracks around the frame are much worse now. I walk over to the open side of the box and kneel down to look inside. The little pony looks as frightened as when I first saw her, but this time she seems more afraid of her situation and not of me; she isn’t shivering anymore so at least she warmed up. As far as I can tell she feels safer inside this box, I’m guessing she is trying to cling on to the last thing that reminds her of her life before entering my home.

It’s extremely silent now; even the rain has stopped pouring down. For a few moments we just sit there looking at each other, and I can’t help but feel helpless for her; I have no experience with animals as I never had any pets, especially a farm animal. I gently turn the box over back to its previous position. I then kindly say to the filly:

“Please stay put for now, I’ll figure out what needs to be done.”

The sky is still full of thick clouds but what little sunlight that manages to get through starts to seep in through the windows of the house. I was going to wake up at eight a.m. anyways so I figured I might as well start my day early. I walk back upstairs and take a nice hot shower, then I get dressed; it’s a Saturday and Christmas Eve as well so I wasn’t going into work today; I throw on a t-shirt and jeans, and my favorite pair of comfy sneakers. I walk downstairs to find the pony had fallen back asleep; she must have been tired out from all that kicking. I walk into the kitchen and I start brewing a fresh pot of coffee. I turn on the front burners of my stove and sent down two frying pans, in one I crack two eggs and place three strips of bacon, and in the other I pour out pancake batter. While my breakfast cooks I decide to go outside to enjoy some fresh air; but as I step out onto my front porch I notice the trail of blood again leading off into the field; any attempts to follow it would be impossible as the rain has washed away any evidence from the grass, while the blood on the porch had soaked into the floorboards.

A few minutes later I can smell that my breakfast is ready and I head back inside to eat. I ate my breakfast at the small kitchen table like I normally do with all of my meals, as I would prefer to keep my dining room neat and clean on the off chance I have company. While eating my food the pony stirs in her sleep and lets out a relaxing sigh, this quickly reminds me of the pressing matter at hand; that I have an abandoned pony I need to take care of. I begin to ponder some serious thoughts in my head, remembering what the note said and that whoever left it might come back for it. After some time two plausible options came to mind, I could either drop the pony off at the animal shelter in the nearest town, or I could see if my neighbor would be willing to take her in, as he raises farm animals for a living. I also briefly considered trying to keep the pony myself, but her owner might come back tomorrow, or next month, or never, and I honestly don’t know if I can properly care for her; as I’m not a farmer or veterinarian.

As I finish my breakfast I look at the clock on the stove and see that it is almost eight o’clock, and I finally make up my mind on what to do. I decided that it would be best to give her to my neighbor, at least that way she can be raised on a proper farm around other farm animals. I carefully attempt to lift the box without waking her, but I fail horribly as the wet cardboard gave way as I tried to lift it. She wakes up and stretches her limbs out in every direction; she then looks up at me with her big brown eyes. This time though I don’t see fear, I see content and relative happiness. Then I try to directly pick her up with my hands, as I do she squirms quite a bit, but this time she doesn’t try to kick me. She must trust me somewhat now but I think she hates getting lifted off the ground for any reason. I grab my jacket out of the box as well and wrapping her in it makes her calm down quite a bit. I then leave my house and begin walking out to my car; it is still chilly outside and windy from the recent storm. The filly buries her head deep inside my jacket as the cold winter air hits her face.

When I get to my car I place her in the passenger seat and then I get in. I put on my seatbelt and turn the key to start the car, which takes a few tries as my old car has trouble starting in cold weather. I pull onto the dirt road that leads out of the forest and eventually to a paved street that leads to town.

Author's Note:

This entry is a two parter!

Comments

[dragonpony111]

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In what way?

[dragonpony111]

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I have read my little dashie I won't lie, but its not based on it as far as my intentions go, except for "human raising a pony" nothing else is the same. If you need me to clarify more just ask.

[dragonpony111]

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lol I understand, I think its great people want to write and get creative, but then again if you really can't then you shouldn't, for the sake of the community.