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Prologue
The raging fire ball climbed steadily across the early morning sky, casting a mighty display of colors. From the softest pinks to the zestiest oranges, dancing and mixing with one another across the heavens. The snow glided from corner to corner through the Colorado pine trees, little blades of grass that escaped the snows bustle whipped and twirled with the calm breeze of the winter morning. The snow shielded trees danced and swayed with the wind, the non-hibernating animals scurried on the snow covered ground, eager to find whatever scraps of food were left from the rampant whiteout since the night before.
Deeper though the thicket a little cottage sat peacefully, next to the cottage sat a barn. Whinnies and bleats could be heard from the barn house. Around the right side and behind the large structure laid a small acreage of only four acres. A flock of sheep grazed on the grass, while horses pranced and galloped on the snow covered ground, creating slushy snow piles. A woman in her early twenties stood near the entrance of the long and wide rectangular fence holding in her animals, she nickered and whistled in high pitch, a dog with long sun-kissed brown and silvery fur ran from the small cottage to join its master, barking and yipping. The heard of prancing and galloping horses nickered and whinnied back to the women, three horses broke away from the small heard and cantered over to the lady. Their manes and tails swished and sashayed in the cool winter gale.
A medium size colt with autumn colored fur cantered ahead of the trio, whickering to her in greeting, whereas the young filly and colt took their sweet time. The filly, also medium sized, had bright chocolate fur with a tanned mane and tail. The colt, quite large and bulky in size, was completely colored black from hooves to ears, thundered beside the filly.
"Whoa. Easy Charlie, easy." The women lulled as the colt came to a slow stop, his green eyes locked with her warm baby blue ones. She scratched his thick neck, earning her a high pitch whinny in thanks.
"Hi, how's my baby boy doing hmm?" She clucked.
A low whinny answered her question. The filly and large colt stopped on either side of Charlie, softly neighing to her in greetings.
"Hello, Coco, Thunder. Are you two making sure to keep Charlie here in line?"
A nicker rumbled from deep inside Thunders wide chest, a slight pulling on her hazel hair had the young lady pushing the autumn colored horse's lengthy head back.
"I'm just kidding Charlie, no need to eat my hair." She gently scolded the fall colored colt. Three muzzles of different colors gently nuzzled her head, warm breathing setback her hair. The deep breathing expanded the trio of dissimilar fur covered chests, their large nostrils huffing in ice-cold air.
"Awe I love you three troublemakers too." She cooed.
"Well will you look at that, horses smothering little ol'Millie. Quick someone can horse P.D.A.!" A pitchy voice with a Yankee accent cried. The hazel haired women jumped, startling her three foals. The young female cooed and sang a little to the alarmed horses, effectively calming them down. Millie spun on her heel and glared hotly at the other woman, who was sitting on the fence, her short-cut blond hair in a New York Yankees baseball cap with a plastic bag swinging slowly from side to side. Written on said, Wal-Mart.
"Linda! Don't do that to me, you nearly gave me a heart attack." Millie squabbled.
"Oh come off it. I didn't scare you that bad, besides I bought you a present." A cheery smile was plastered on Linda's face, her nose and cheeks a bit red due to the chilly wind.
"Oh really, just what might that be?" Mischievousness sparkled across Millie's baby blue eyes.
"Nope, not telling, you have to go inside to see it." Linda sing-songed.
"Fine, I'm all done with my morning chores away. Scotty come, time to go inside!" Millie hollered to the long haired collie. Said collie yapped back, sun-kissed and silvery fur quaked with each step the canine made in the slushed snow. The woman smiled to the collie as its wet nose touched her hand, the young trio of horses neighed to the retreating back of their care-taker, following her example they trotted back to the small herd that was settled on a patch grass to graze on.
"Alright Lindy, what is it that you wanted to show me?" Millie asked, getting straight to the point. The gates latch clicking into place and soft thumping of snow boots and paws sounded throughout the snow covered road. Flamboyant whinnies and bleats greeted the two humans and dog as they pasted the barn's entrance, the cottage's front slowly becoming bigger as they strolled up to it.
"You can see it when we get inside the house." Linda snipped.
"Okay, okay." Millie chuckled, raising her hands in surrender.
Sheesh, you sure are a stubborn one Linda. Millie thought, still chuckling.
The thumping of footsteps echoed in the wooden stepladders of the cottage, the front porch covered in a thick layer of early morning snow, muffling the thumping of boots and paws and instead replaced with quite crunching of snow under foot. The doggy-door carved into the rosy red front-door slapped shut as the collie entered the warm little hut. The two human females opened the large door, creaking could be heard as the door-hinges groaned in protest to being relocated. The wintertime wind came crashing through the doorway, causing small piles of snow to flurry inside the household. The two women quickly closing the entrance shut from ice-cold draft, huffing sighs of relief, the two gals' shed their winter coats and jackets, afterward untying and slipping off their snow drenched boots.
"Now, what was it you wanted to show me Linda?"
"Oh yay, this!" Linda smirked proudly holding out a box with a plastic covering. On the top of the small box read The Transformers More Than Meets the Eye!
"Um, you bought me a robot doll. Why?" Millie asked with a curious expression. She raised an eyebrow, while her lips gave a lopsided smile. Hazel hair strips outlining her fair skinned face.
"It's not a doll, it's an action figure!" Linda whined.
"Alright, why a robot action figure then?"
"Because, it was on sale at Wal-Mart and its Wheeljack, you know the Autobot mad scientist! The one that made the Dinobots, Arielbots, and Protectobots!"
"The what?" Millie questioned, eyebrows scrunching together.
"Seriously? Wow man, wow. Do you remember that Transformers Generation One cartoon T.V. show I showed you that one time a few months ago?" Linda asked, hoping not to repeat herself about what the Autobots are.
"Oh right. Now I remember, Wheeljack. That robot has a few screws."
"Yay that's the one, the same exact one, in fact the same exact one that you assumed you adored his twang." Linda added with a grin, wiggling her eyebrow suggestively. Millie's cheeks flushed red, glaring at her friend darkly, amusement and embarrassment flashing across her baby blues. A snort escaped from Linda's lips, only later to turn into full blown laughter, ringing with clear enjoyment at her best friend's expense.
"What?" Millie snapped, amusement crumbling her playful glare.
"You look so cute when you pout." Linda said in between chuckles.
"Whatever."
The two sat down at the small rectangular kitchen table that was across the short hallway, the plain wooden chairs screeched along the tile flooring. The two friends plopped down into their chairs, both sighing in contentment.
(Whine)
"Wha? Oh Scotty I'm sorry, I forgot about you didn't I? Oh come here you big fluffy puppy you." Millie cooed. Scotty sprung from his large basket on the floor, blankets shifted as the collie trotted over to his master. Softly the canine rested his head in Millie's lap, basking in her affection for him as she gently pet his head. The hazel haired woman would often coo to him and kiss his forehead; a loud cough interrupted the cuddling.
"Well I'm gonna get going; it's already late as it is. Have a good day Millie, you too Scotty." Linda yelled over her shoulder as she slipped on her jacket, buttoned up her coat, and slipped on her boots while tying the laces tightly. The blond woman quickly exited out the doorway before giving a cheery way goodbye. Millie closed her eyes and shook her from side to side; her own cheery smile gracing her features. Scotty whined a bit, begging for her attention. Millie responded immediately, she scratched his ears before the woman in question grabbed her present and got up and ambled to the living room, lying down on the couch. Millie took a good look at the somewhat medium sized toy, the plastic covering casting a bright glare making it almost hard to see its prize inside. The robot's form glowingly shined from the hanging ceiling lights and the lamp's light, resting on the desk beside the couch. Millie flipped the box over, the robot's story written from top to bottom on the back covering. She hummed a nameless tune as she skimmed over the writing, the young hummed a little more before opening the box. Millie undid the plastic straps, safely holding down the transformer toy. A few seconds later and the doll or action figure that Linda insisted on, was free from his bonds. A warm and fuzzy feeling rubbed against Millie's leg; a soft mew answered her unspoken question. A smile spread across her face.
"Good morning Mr. Mittens." Millie said through giggles, a low purring noise rang in her ears as the orange tabby cat rubbed her head with its side. Millie giggled some more before presenting the robot toy to the cat.
"Well what do you think Mittens, should we keep it?" The woman asked being mock serious to the feline, the cat's oily eyes roamed over the toy. After a minute of intense staring, the cat rubbed its whiskered and fluffy face over the toy. Millie took that as a yes and set down the doll on the desk. She gently scooped up the orange cat and sat up, grabbing the remote she turned on the T.V., relaxing for time being, until afternoon would come strolling by.
Unfortunately, tomorrow would lead to a whole different adventure that will lead Mille to question her sanity, but that's not until next chapter.