New story, since I was reading one like this. Enjoy?
Reason 1: You can't get walloped by a tree
Horace glanced at Will on his galloping horse. The wind and the houses flashed by like past memories.
For some reason, whenever he was riding his horse, that's the time when he was the most intelligent. The riding sensation gave him a feeling of calmness.
"So…" Horace called out to Will, "How's Alyss?"
Even though he couldn't see, Horace was sure Will was blushing like crazy.
"She's fine." He replied hurriedly.
"Sure…" Horace replied, not pushing it.
Looking forwards, he saw a man in the middle of the road, holding a sign of some sort.
Stopping his horse, Horace took a look.
Will stopped behind his friend.
The man looked at Horace and smiled. "Well, hello there!"
"Hello." Horace calmly replied with a smile.
"Sorry to tell you this, but the road's closed." The man said with a sad smile. "You have to take the forest path."
Horace nodded and thanked the man. Then he pulled his rein and galloped off to where the man pointed.
Will was a little more suspicious.
"How do we know he's telling the truth?" He asked.
Horace shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but it is unlikely that he was up to something."
Will nodded but still proceeded with caution.
Horace sighed. When will his friend calm down for once?
After a long while, Horace was tired of walking, and Kicker was tired of that too. At least he think he was.
"Will, can we gallop now?" He asked with a pleading voice.
"Fine, fine. Whatever Horace." Will replied.
With a sense of glee, Horace kicked Kicker and he took off with a gallop.
He was going so fast he didn't notice the tree branch right in front of him.
Will quickly galloped over to see his friend was faring.
Seeing the large bump, Will was very glad he was short.