Funny Story : A Great White Horse 🐴💕

funnystuff (61)in #story • 8 years ago

Once upon a time there was a white horse. But the white horse was not all white. It had blue stars, many blue stars scattered all over the body, and a larger star in place of the heart. It was a white horse to the blue stars.

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Wheel, wheel, wheel
in the great wheel the horse.
Wheel, wheel, wheel
Body of stars, flower on muzzle.

It would not be quite a flower, but almost. It looked like a flower. Only a special horse, a rare horse, can thus show a flower on the muzzle and so many blue stars all over the body.

This was a special horse, a carousel horse.

He was not content with his life, the white horse with the blue stars. That he had to pretend to trot, always around, always around, annoyed him. The noise of the music shouted by the loudspeakers and the voices of the men who proclaimed farturas and the lights that swung from the wires and trembled, trembled, and the carousel, day and night, to turn, to turn, another turn and another and another - Ugh! They put the head of the white horse around as well.

"I can not stand these dizziness any longer," said the little white horse. - I'm going to change my life.

And changed.

He ran through the fields, jumped in yards, drank in the sprinklers, and drank fresh water from the springs. Well good.

But a white horse to the blue stars, for more in freedom, ends up in sight. That's what happened to him.

A lord of great twisted mustaches, riding boots, and top hat, as no one else wears, saw him once, and shouted to him from afar:

"Hey, little horse, do you want a lump of sugar?"

He wanted to come and get him. Then the gentleman who wore riding boots had a party on his neck and said,
"Come with me, and sooner, when we get to the circus, I'll give you sugar ..."

There they were, the horse in a short trot of good-looking horse and the gentleman of twisted mustaches to twist them even more, very sisudo.

When they arrived at the circus, the lord of the mustaches put the horse in a kind of cage and said to him:

"Then when I finish the show, if all goes well, I'll give you the lump of sugar."

One of the most acclaimed figures of the show was that of the illustrious knight Arnaldo de Aguinaldo and his trained horses. The golden-haired, plumed horses trotted around the track, leapt to the bow, danced to the sound of a waltz, and stood very still, as if they were statues, when the illustrious knight Arnaldo de Aguinaldo popped the whip in a certain way. They were, they say, very well-ordered horses.

That night there was a new number, a funny little horse, that the tamer Arnaldo de Aguinaldo hoped would become the company's brightest "star." And rightly so, then! Yes, because it made no sense that a white horse with its star-studded body was not the company's "star".

It was good to see him on horseback, trotting round, round, round the track, and Mr. Arnaldo de Aguinaldo in the middle, with open arms, with his whip in one hand and his top hat in the other, as if to say: "Admire, most excellent lords, the wonders I have to show. Is that worth the price of a ticket or not? "

Wheel, wheel, wheel
wheel that swirls in a whirl
wheel, wheel, wheel
pretends to fly the horse.

For he pretended, indeed, but he did not fly. How sad is the white horse to the blue stars. Were not enough turns, and so many, on the merry-go-round?

Nights and nights he rolled, trotted, danced on the circus lane ... Until one day he had enough.

"Enough," said the little horse, and started to walk out.

Not even the clump of sugar, always promised, always postponed, went to complain. From there he carried nothing.

He ran back through the fields, skipping roads, splashing in the springs ... That's good!

But to what they say, what is good does not always last ... One day, a farmer who had seen him jump into the farm, ran after him and, at some cost, arrested him to a daughter-in-law. But first he was careful to cover his eyes with a blindfold.

"Because of dizziness," he explained.

What was he doing? The horse had already been around, the cured of dizziness. What he did not like was that he was always walking the same way. Was there no other job for a white horse with blue stars?

Wheel, wheel, wheel
in giga-play wheelie
wheel, wheel, wheel
and always wheel wheels the way.

Perhaps it would be possible to find another, more pleasant profession. Which would be? He went round and round and decided to get out of his job again, without telling anyone. He freed himself from the daughter-in-law, we do not know how, and he took a road that he had to take somewhere.

Along the way, a brown horse was pulling a wagon.

"What if I were a wagon horse too?" Thought the white horse to the blue stars.

He looked at the brown horse and saw it so sad and so tormented by the flies that it gave up.

In the opposite direction came a cavalry squad of the Republican Guard. What beautiful horses and how imposing knights! "What if I went after them?" Remembered the horse.

But sweat dripped from the horses' necks. It was that they galloped. And the little horse noticed, the metal stars that the knights wore on their boots left a bloody trail in the belly of the horses. They called that the spores ...

"Ah, that being so, I will not go," the white horse decided to the blue stars.

He continued on his way. It was to have a city and a great wide where a bronze horse glowed in the sunlight.

The little horse, when he saw him, exclaimed:

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"Well, here's a job that suited me. Nobody bothers us and, once in a while, they even take a picture.

And the bronze horse said to him from off his pedestal:

Do not even think about it. I'm here in the rain and the sun, all the time, and with a paw in the air, always in the same position, pretending to walk, but I do not walk, and you still think the job is good !? Dream of something else, but never want to be a statue.

Then what was he to be? Yes, what manner of life could a white horse become to the blue stars?

He went back to the city, turned his head, and finally, looking at the window of a toy house, he discovered his vocation - he would be a play horse. He stood at the door, beside the horses of briefcase and wooden horses, and waited for someone to take him. Did not wait long.

The white horse to the blue stars now walks on its seven farms. It is, now, rocking horse, rocking horse ... Better employment does not know. Pretend it is carousel horse, wagon horse, guard horse, circus horse, but it is just a toy in the hands of a boy. Well good