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KiELE HARMONY

The vast and expansive stanble block was quiet, the only sounds heard were the random snort and wicker from the many horses stables there. As she stood in the doorway, the girl with the muddy boots and jeans felt as if she were at home. A sigh pressed through her bare lips as she inhaled the sweet smell of hay and manure. Many couldn't stand the smell but she reveled in it. stepping into the barn, she turned and pulled the heavy door shut and the silence seemed to grow. Strange, this place is so huge but yet so empty. As she thought this, she walked past several empty stalls that seemed to be awaiting occupants. Shaking her head slightly, she moved on down the barn aisle to a stall that was obviously occupied. Hay was strewn in haphazard directions about the door and a small puddle of water was forming on the concrete from a dumped bucket.

Striding confidently up to the door, the girl gazed in through the bars to find herself gazing at a small but beautiful mare who, in turn, was staring right back at the girl. A smile stretched over her mouth as she noticed the intelligence in the deep brown eyes of the young mare. ]No wonder you've spilled your bucket. You're bored in here aren't you. Soft cooings were issued to the mare as the girl glanced about for a hose. It wasn't long before she found what she was looking for and she had it dragged to the mare's stall. Truning the nozzle to the on position, she looked at the lithe mare and flicked a bit of water in her direction. A soft squeel came from the mare as she sidestepped the dropplets. A laugh came from Kiele's open mouth before she turned to fill the bucket.

Returning the hose to its rightful place, she returned to the mare's stall, sliding the door back and slipping into the hay covered room. My arent you a pretty thing. Fingers moved slowly over the delicate features of the mare as she cooed softly. Glancing out through the bars, she wondered only briefly what exactly her chores were at this new job of hers. Moving to the now open door, she stood outlined, awaiting for someone to pass by.