Three- Cletus and Desdemona
It was a relatively quiet day at The Dragonfly Inn. Lorelai Victoria Gilmore had sent the guests, The Finklermens, on a nature walk with Michel, who was most delighted with the situation.
After a few hours of peace, Lorelai grew very, very bored. She had grabbed the phone and called her 21 year old daughter, Lorelai Leigh Gilmore, and asked her to come hang out at the Inn with her. Rory had readily accepted and driven from her dorm to Stars Hollow in 20 minutes flat.
Soon Lorelai's boredom had rubbed itself off on the younger Gilmore and they decided to venture out into the barn.
"Hi Cletus." Lorelai greeted the big chestnut colored Quarter Horse by shoving an apple in his face.
Rory walked up to Desdemona, the second horse, feebly. Desdemona was the carbon copy of her stable mate, but a bit thinner. Rory offered the quadruped a carrot and then ripped her hand away from the horse's muzzle as soon as she took it between her teeth.
"Rory, we have to get you over this fear of horses you have." Lorelai giggled.
"Its not a fear! And that pony did die." Rory said, referring to the time when her first pony ride and that pony's death came back to back.
"Let's go for a ride!" Lorelai exclaimed, clapping her hands together like a Sea Lion.
"Mom, no!" Too late. Lorelai had disappeared into the tack room to retrieve the saddles. "Please!" Rory begged. Lorelai emerged lugging two huge western saddles in her wake.
Sighing, Rory took one of the saddles from her whimsical mother and threw it in front of Desdemona's stall.
Within 20 minutes, both horses were brushed, saddled, and ready to go. The Gilmore girls lead them outside where Lorelai swung into Cletus' saddle with ease. I guess all of those riding lessons paid off! She thought as she squished around in the saddle, getting comfortable. Rory stood awkwardly on the ground next to Desdemona.
"Put your foot in the stirrup, hon." Lorelai said.
"I know how to do it." Rory snapped, placing her foot in the stirrup and throwing herself into the saddle quite ungracefully. Desdemona's head went up and she shuffled forward a few steps. Flustered, Rory frantically grabbed at the reins in an attempt to stop Desdemona's movement.
Lorelai's face contorted with laughter, and she jiggled her feet about as she giggled at Rory's expense. All of a sudden Michel and the Finklermens emerged from the woods, pushing aside branches and making a ton of noise. Cletus' head shot up, his ears perked, and his hindquarters launched him into a full fledged gallop. He was clearly afraid of the man with the thick French accent.
He burst into the woods and carried Lorelai down the trails and toward the lake. She clung to his back as he ran like a bat out of hell, pulling his reins as hard as she could in a vain attempt to slow his flight.
As Cletus neared the lake he showed no signs of deceleration. Lorelai squeezed her eyes shut as the chestnut plunged into the murky water, sending it curling up around the both of them. The horse stopped short, sending the woman- who had more pop culture references in her then Best Week Ever- splashing into the Inn's personal body of water.
Rory, atop Desdemona (Dirty!), came sauntering onto the beach in time to see Lorelai dive headfirst into the lake. She was followed by Michel, who had sent the Finklermens to their rooms to freshen up.
Michel and Rory shared a glance before bursting into maniacal laughter. Drenched, Lorelai stood in the knee-high water and glared at Cletus with mock disgust as he moseyed out of the lake to join Michel, Rory, and Desdemona on the shore.
"You were right Mom, a ride was a good Idea!" Rory said between giggles.
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