Note: I don't own any of the characters in Mister Ed, though I wish I did. This is my first Mister Ed story, so please review. I'm very surprised at the number of Mister Ed stories on here (One, besides this) so I decided to go ahead and write my own. Here goes!
And thanks to RealityRelief, for posting the first review. (And in regard to the issue you pointed out, it probably would be, but the first chapter of my story kind of hinges on that. :)
Wilbur whistled as he headed to the out to the barn, but he stopped short when he heard a call.
"Wilbur!"
He turned and headed back into the house and found Carol dusting the furniture.
"Good morning, honey," Wilbur said as he gave her a kiss.
Carol returned the embrace, then looked Wilbur in the face. "Why were you going out to the barn without saying good morning to me first?"
"Well..." Wilbur struggled for the right words. "Ed..."
Carol frowned. "It's that horse again. Sometimes I think you love him more than you do me," she complained.
"Oh, that's not true. I love you just as much as I do him-" Wilbur said, but then he corrected himself upon seeing Carol's shocked and disapproving face. "-more than I do him."
Carol smiled. "I'm willing to accept that," she kissed Wilbur again.
"Well, I'll just head out to the barn now," he said, after the second kiss.
He turned and headed out to the barn, but a call stopped him.
"Wilbur!"
A few minutes later, Mr. Ed, who was in his stall, realized that Wilbur was late. He had told Wilbur the night before that he wanted Wilbur out to the barn at exactly 7:00 am. He started to call the house, but before he could, the barn door opened and Wilbur came in.
"Morning, Ed," Wilbur greeted, as he closed the door behind him.
"You're late," Ed responded.
"Sorry, Ed, but Carol detained me," he frowned, taking out his handkerchief and wiping his face.
Ed chuckled. "I can see that. You still have lipstick on your left cheek."
Wilbur waved off the comment and opened up Ed's stall door. "Now, Ed, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Who said anything about talking? I wanted you to get me my carrots at exactly 7:00. It is now," Ed paused and looked at his alarm clock. "It is now 7:05."
Wilbur did a double take at Ed. "You made me get up early just to get you your carrots? You usually don't have to have your carrots at exactly 7:00." Nevertheless, he grabbed Ed's carrots and gave them to the Palomino.
Ed turned to Wilbur. "I'm on a schedule," he pointed to a piece of paper hanging on the wall under his mirror. "Besides, 7:00 isn't really early," he pointed out.
"I was planning on sleeping until 7:30," Wilbur picked up Ed's brush and picked some hairs out of it. "And you don't need a schedule. You get along fine the way you already do things: eat, sleep, eat, sleep, and eat and sleep some more."
Ed let Wilbur brush his back. "You'll like my schedule better. It goes: 6:45, wake up. 7:00, eat carrots. 7:10, get brushed. 7:30, go riding. 12:00, eat. 12:30, sleep. 2:00, go riding. 5:00, eat..."
"Hold it, Ed," Wilbur stopped brushing Ed and grabbed Ed's halter to pull his head away from the chart on the wall.
"What's the matter, buddy boy?" Ed avoided eye contact.
"When am I going to have time to do my work?" he asked, pointedly.
Ed tried to turn his head back to the wall. "Well... uh... when I'm sleeping. Between the 12:30 and 2:00 time slot."
Wilbur shook his head. "One hour and thirty minutes for work? Ed, are you crazy? That money that comes from my job is what buys you these carrots. It's what..."
Ed cut him off. "Okay, okay. I get the point. What do you want me to do? Re-arrange the schedule so that I get more sleep time and you get more work time?"
Wilbur glared at Ed. "NO. I want you to quit your schedule. Like I said before, you get along fine without it," Wilbur put the brush away and started toward his desk.
Ed followed Wilbur out of the stall. "Alright, I'll quit the schedule on one condition."
Wilbur seated himself and grabbed a pencil. "What's that?" he asked, absently.
"I want to learn how to cook."