This a short story by me, Steph!
It is somewhat of a prequel to Command In Chief. It just touches briefly on Liz and Dancing Beauty, Beau, if you don't remember. It's just an idea I had while I was writing the part of CIC that was between Chief and Liz. And just as a reference, the Headmistress Pierce in here is the mother of the Mrs. Pierce, the head of GAP, in CIC. I hope you like it! Review!
-Steph
Before I start, special hello's to my friends: Annette (HorseLove20693), Shawna (JustAGirlWithADream) and of course, Ais (VinnyRoxyFrankie - Fallout girls) who ever knew that talking to people you don't know could be so much fun? By the way, you all had better update your stories soon! Oh and Ais, remember, I'm still coming on Monday and I want your horse!
Beau for Short
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By Steph
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Part One
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"Liz! Lizzy! Hey! Wait up!" the bright, cheery voice of a twelve year old girl shrieked across the crowded school yard of Green Acres Middle School.
Elizabeth "Liz" van Darren spun around, her long, blonde ponytail fanning out behind her. "EEEH! Lolls!" Liz shrieked back and bounded towards her best friend, Lillian "Lolly" Baldwin. The two girls threw their arms around each other in excitement. "Oh my gosh! How was your summer? Were the Island's just ah-mazing?" Liz gushed.
"It was great! But," Lolly pouted, "It would have been better if you were there. What about you, though? What did you do?" she urged her friend.
Liz laughed. "Well, the first month was fun…" both girls laughed together. That month they had spent together, hanging out with friends, going to the mall and, of course, hanging around the barn they took lessons at. "Then I went to Germany to visit my grandma and grandpa. No biggie, my grandma just made a ton of food whose names I couldn't even pronounce."
"You should have come with us!" Lolly repeated. "Mom and dad said you could have, you know."
"I know," Liz sighed. "But, mom wanted me to go visit grandma and grandpa. Besides," Liz began, "I don't think I could have taken a whole month of Brad," Liz shuddered in horror at the mere thought of spending a month with Lolly's annoyingly disgusting thirteen year old brother, Brad.
"Tell me about it," Lolly groaned. "You should have come instead of him," she added.
"That would have been great," Liz said wistfully. "I… OW!" she gasped as she felt a sharp tub on her ponytail and spun on her heel to face the snickering boys. "Brad!" she exclaimed indignantly, hands on her slim hips. "That was so not funny!"
Brad was doubled over from laughing so hard. "It was…" he gasped, clutching his sides. "If you could have… seen… your face!" he exploded into fresh peels of laughter.
Liz stood her ground and stared at the older boy. Most of her weight was put on one foot and the other was angled to the side. The breeze ruffled the dark green, dark blue and yellow plaid, mandatory school uniform skirt she was wearing.
"Brad, you're so stupid!" Lolly said from next to Liz. "Besides," she scoffed, "Lizzy was turned around, you didn't see her face."
"Yeah, I…" Liz started but stopped. Brad reached towards her and grabbed her dark green school sweater out of her hands. "Hey! Brad, give it back!"
Brad just laughed some more and tossed the light, green garment to one of his friends. Brad sprinted to a tall, weeping willow several yards away from Liz and Lolly and jumped up into the low hanging branches. Brad's friend, Mike, tossed the sweater up to Brad.
"Brad!" Liz shouted up at him. She stalked over to the base of the tree, her customary brown, leather shoes moving silently across the grass. As far as Liz was concerned, the worst part about the uniform was the dark green knee socks she had to wear. The skirt and white polo she could deal with.
Brad laughed at her again and climbed up a few more branched.
"Brad!" Liz shrieked. "Give it back!"
"Come and get it!" Brad's very mature reply came from high above.
"I am NOT climbing up there!" Liz yelled back to him. "Give me back my sweater!" something hard and round fell from the tree and hit Liz's head. "I mean it Brad! If you don't give it back I'll… ouch! What the… Brad! Stop throwing acorns!" Liz yelled up at him as the acorn assault came down more heavily. Liz quickly scampered out from under the shade of the tree to a place just out of Brad's range. "You'll run out sooner or later you know! Acorns don't grow on weeping willows, stupid!"
"Come and get it if you want it so bad!" Brad yelled from his leafy fortress.
"I'm not climbing up that tree! I'm wearing a skirt! If you don't give it to me, I'll… call Headmistress Pierce!" Liz threatened.
"Go ahead!" Brad yelled back. "I'm not scared of her! Is that the best you can do, Lizzy Wizzy?"
"Don't call me that!" Liz screeched in mortification. "Bradley," she added with a snicker.
"My brothers so retarded, sorry," Lolly said as she stepped up next to Liz.
"You can say that again," Liz muttered. "Brad, come on! Give it back! School's about to start!" Liz raised her voice so that Brad could hear her.
"Yeah!" Liz seconded before yelling at him some more, "If you don't get down right now I'll…"
"Miss Baldwin, Miss van Darren, what is the meaning of all this?" A stern, clipped voice came from behind the two girls. The two girls whipped around in surprise. The gaped when they saw their headmistress standing before them. "If you would so kind as to explain why you are yelling," she prompted.
"Oh right… well, um…" Lolly stuttered out nervously. The Wrath of Mrs. Pierce was not something you wanted to be faced with.
"You see, it's like this, Headmistress," Liz began and flinched at the almost black eyed, penetrating stare the Headmistress fixed on her. She realized she had spoken wrong, too similar as to when she would talk to her friends. "Sorry, Headmistress," she quickly apologized. "Brad took my sweater and climbed up the tree and started throwing acorns at us," Liz finally said in a rush.
Headmistress Pierce turned her stare to Lolly, silently asking her if the tale Liz had just told was true. Lolly nodded her head quickly in confirmation. "Unacceptable," Headmistress Pierce tutted under her breath, ashamed and outraged that one of her students would act that way.
"What's wrong, Lizzy?" Brad shouted down from the top of the tree. Mike, who was standing at the base of the tree, was motioning frantically for Brad to shut-up but, Brad wasn't paying any attention. In fact, Brad probably couldn't even see them. "Gone to call the big bad Headmistress?" he taunted.
"Hello Bradley," Headmistress Pierce called up to him, her voice floated up to him in the warm air and Brad froze.
"H-hi, Headmistress," he stuttered out once he had managed to somewhat regain his composure.
"Get down here Bradley." When Brad didn't come she continued. "Now," she enunciated the word sharply to be certain she got her point across to the hardheaded teenager.
"Yes ma'am," was Brad's muffled reply as he climbed as quickly as he was able to down the branches. He dropped nimbly to his feet and slowly approached Liz, Lolly and the Headmistress, a sheepish look on his face. Mike lingered by the tree base, uncertain of whether he should run or stay to backup his friend. He settled on staying put until other wise needed.
"What is the meaning of all of this?" Headmistress Pierce questioned them sternly. Liz and Lolly made faces at Brad from behind their Headmistress's back. Brad glared back at them. Liz and Lolly giggled and bumped each other with their hips, satisfied that they had finally gotten Brad into trouble. "This applies to you girls too," Headmistress Pierce added with a firm glance behind her back. Brad stuck his tongue out at the girls, put his open hands to the sides of his head like mouse antlers and shook his butt around. He straightened quickly when the Headmistress turned and looked at him suspiciously.
"I want you all to listen to me," Headmistress Pierce began holding up a long, thin finger menacingly. "Allowing the fact that it the first day of school I'll let you three off with just a warning this time. But, if I ever see this kind of behavior from my students again there will be consequences," she warned them. "Here at Green Acres we don't except foolish behavior like that." Liz and Lolly shifted uncomfortably under her piercing, eagle like gaze. The Headmistress shifted her gaze to Brad who shuffled his navy shorts clad legs sheepishly in the grass. "Mr. Baldwin, I believe you owe Miss van Darren an apology and the return of her sweater, do you not?" she raised her eyebrows.
"I'm sorry Lizzy… er Elizabeth," Brad corrected himself upon feeling his Headmistress's gaze return to him. "I won't do it again, I promise. Do you accept my apology?"
"Yes, I accept your apology," Liz said pleasantly threw gritted teeth. "Thank you for apologizing, Brad," she said exactly what the Headmistress wanted to hear.
Headmistress Pierce nodded her head primly in satisfaction. "Very well. You three have a good day and behave," she stressed the second syllable. "I don't want to have to speak to any of you like this again this year, do I make my self clear?" her eyes shifted from the three students.
"Yes, Headmistress Pierce," Liz, Lolly and Brad answered in unison.
Once Headmistress Pierce was out of hearing range Liz rounded on Brad. "Can I have my sweater back now, Bozo?" she tapped her foot in the grass and held out her hand expectantly.
Brad chucked the sweater at her and it hit Liz unceremoniously in the face. "What do you get when you spell the word 'witch' and take away the 'w' and replace it with a 'b'?" Brad questioned. Liz glared at him furiously. "Why you get the Queen Bitch herself, Lizzy van Darren," he concluded sarcastically.
Liz rolled her eyes tiredly. "Shove it Brad," she said in a cheery voice. Liz folded her sweater over her arms and turned primly on her heel and flounced away with Lolly at her side.
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"I'll see you tomorrow, Lizzy!" Lolly said as she jumped out of Liz's moms Inferno Red Crystal Pearl Chrysler Pacifica.
"See ya, Lolls!" Liz called after her best friend as she walked up the front walk to her house. Lolly turned around to wave once before she disappeared through the front door.
Liz's mom slowly pulled away from the curb and down the street. She expertly pulled the Pacifica into the driveway of her house several minutes later. Liz dashed out of the car.
"We're leaving again in five minutes!" Liz's mom called after her. "Get ready, Liz!"
"Kay, mom!" Liz called back excitedly. She was already halfway up the stairs. She got to her room and slammed the door shut. She dropped her school bag on the floor and her sweater on the bed. Liz kicked off her school shoes and sent then sprawling across the carpeted floor. She bounced over to her closet and pulled out a pair of tan riding breeches and a maroon polo. She quickly stripped off her school uniform and sighed in relief once her comfortable barn clothes were on. She fixed her hair back into its ponytail and grabbed her black, velvet helmet from her desk and her black gloves before dashing back downstairs. She was halfway down the stairs when she dashed back to her room, quickly grabbing her black messenger bag that had her cell phone, iPod, her wallet, a few Horse Illustrated magazines and a bag of horse treats.
"I'm ready!" she yelled as she slide into the kitchen on her riding socks. Her mom turned her head to look at her from where she was just putting the groceries away in the fridge.
"Boots, Lizzy," her mom reminded her with a good natured laugh.
Liz bounded over to the hall closet and pulled out her pair of black paddock boots. She laced them up tightly and then zipped up her black, leather half-chaps. "Kay," she said once her boots were on. "I'm ready now."
Her mom laughed quietly at her daughter's excited nature. "You're funny Lizzy. Okay," she said as she grabbed her purse off of the kitchen table. "Let's go."
15 minutes later the Inferno Red Pacifica was pulling up the long, gravel drive to Little Bit Farms, the stable Liz had been riding faithfully at for the past five years. Liz marveled at the gorgeous horses grazing peacefully in the sunlight pastures on wither side of the rode just as she always did. She loved how the big trees were just beginning to reclaim their fall coloring.
Liz's mom slowed the car to a stop in front of the main stable block. She grabbed Liz's arm before she could get out of the car. Liz turned to look at her mother, confused, half of her body out of the car, the other half inside.
"I can't pick you up later," her mom told her. Liz cocked her head to the right side slightly. "Are you okay walking? I can get dad to pick you up if you want," she offered.
"No, I can walk," Liz said a little eagerly. She loved walking home, even though it was about 12 miles. The road her stable was on was filled with horse farms. The pastures were filled with horses of all different breeds, sizes and colors. The prospect of being able to see some of the late foals with their mothers excited her. "Bye, mom! I'll see you later!" Liz called as she jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut.
"Hey, baby," Liz cooed as she reached the stall of the horse she rode, Shadow. Shadow was a 16.3 hand high Thoroughbred Hanoverian cross. His coat was black and he had a white star on his forehead. In Liz's opinion he looked exactly like Black Beauty, save for the brown on his velvety soft muzzle. Shadow whickered gently when he saw her. Liz smiled as she stroked his neck.
"Hey, Liz!" her instructor, Lisa, greeted her. Lisa stopped by Shadow's stall and brushed her short, brown hair out of her face. "How's my boy doing?" she rubbed Shadow's star affectionately. Shadow was actually owned by Lisa. Liz was one of the few people Lisa trusted to ride her prized horse.
"Hi, Lisa," Liz replied happily. "Am I riding Shadow again today?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course," Lisa responded with a laugh. "Get him tacked up and meet me in the outdoor arena."
Liz pranced over to the tack room and grabbed the saddle that was covered with a dark blue cover that read 'Elizabeth van Darren' across the top in big, elegant, Old English letters. She also picked up her grooming box, bridle, girth and saddle pads. Realizing her dilemma, Liz was forced to put everything down and shove her helmet on her head before she could continue. Somehow, Liz managed to stagger back to Shadow's stall and dropped the grooming box to the cement ground below and plopped the saddle down onto the saddle rack. She draped the pads and girth over the saddle and hung the bridle on the hook above the saddle rack.
Liz hooked Shadow to the crossties outside of his stall and ran the currycomb across his fine coat. Than, she used the body brushed and picked out his feet. Finally, she was ready to tack up. First, Liz picked up her black saddle pad with pink argyle bordering and draped it across Shadow's back following it with her white, sheepskin half pad. After Liz had made sure the saddle pads were situated on Shadow's back correctly she gently placed her oak bark colored, Pessoa Legacy XL saddle on top of the pads, buckling the girth next. Before she put on Shadow's bridle Liz bent down and buckled on Shadow's fleece lined Pessoa Open Front Boots. After she had put on her black Flex-Rider Body Protector and made sure it fit tightly around her and slipped on her gloves, Liz stood on tiptoe to pull the reins over Shadow's head.
Liz led Shadow down a wide path, past pastures and more arenas. She passed the huge indoor arena before she came to the ring that Lisa was waiting for her in. During the weekend, Liz had a semi-private lesson with Lolly but she also had her private lesson during the week. The ring she was riding in was medium sized and there was a jump course lain out in the middle.
Upon Lisa's instruction, Liz pulled down her stirrups and mounted. She loved how tall she felt when she was sitting astride Shadow. Liz picked up her reins and nudged Shadow into a walk.
Fortunately, Liz's lesson passed without incident. She worked on extending and shortening her strides and after some tedious skills and multiple times over cross rails and verticals, meant to improve her almost flawless to begin with, position and Lisa sent her over a course of 3.5 foot high jumps. As a reward for Liz's hard work, at the end of the lesson Lisa took her into one of the dressage rings and let Liz goof around for a bit. Though, Liz loved everything about horses and riding her passion for the sport lay in dressage. She admired the graceful movements that seemed more like dancing than anything else and would stare at the television screen for hours, watching dressage competitions. Liz soaked up the information eagerly, greedily, like a sponge. She could only be satisfied for a short time before her intense thirst returned and left her begging for more. Shelf upon shelf in Liz's room was stacked with dressage books.
Liz rode flawlessly through a rather simple dressage routine she had ridden in a show over the summer. Lisa began instructing Liz on some of the finer points of the discipline. Liz rode for well over her scheduled hour and still wasn't even close to being ready to get off, but Shadow's welfare always in mind, Liz dismounted and un-tacked him. The weather was warm and sunny so Liz decided to give Shadow a bath.
It was nearing 7:30 by the time Liz finally decided she should head home. She wasn't worried about her family waiting for her to eat dinner, they knew better than that by now. Liz wasn't exactly eager to walk home in the dark and, since it was nearing sunset now Liz thought it would be a good idea to start walking home. Besides, she needed enough light to admire the horses on the way.
Liz walked on the grassy portion on the side of the road, shuffling her boot clad feet along slowly, reveling in the bright sunshine and the warmth of the evening air. As she walked along she looked at the horses grazing in the early evening light. They were all so different but they were all so beautiful in their own way. There were fat ones and thin ones, tall ones and short ones, Arabians, Warmbloods, Thoroughbreds, Polo Ponies, Shetlands, jumpers, dressage horses, lesson ponies. Geldings, proud stallions, mares, foals standing as close to their mothers as they could, fillies, colts. Coats of every color imaginable in the horsy rainbow.
Soon, Liz found herself absorbed in her own thoughts. Seeing all those horses resurfaced her own desire to have her own horse. She could picture him, or her, in her head so vividly it was like once she opened her eyes there it would be. Her horse, standing before her. In her dreams, Liz was sitting astride a huge, graceful animal. They were competing in the Olympics, dressage. Her horses bay coat shown magnificently in the bright sun of an undisclosed location. Her name was announced over the loud speaker and she was presented with the gold medal!
Without realizing it, Liz had stopped in front of a small, green, almost overgrown pasture. Her eyes were closed and she was absorbed within her dream, a goofy smile spreading across her elegant feature when she accepted the medal. The roar of a passing trucks engine startled Liz from her thoughts and her eyes sprang open.
Liz's blue eyes darted around her surrounding questioningly. She didn't recognize where she was, this wasn't the street she should be on! Liz realized with a groan. Now she'd have to walk all the way back to the right street. Liz slowly turned around and clomped off the same way she had come from.
Something in the corner of the slightly overgrown pasture caught her eye and she stopped to take a closer look. Liz walked over to fence and leant against it as she peered into the long graze. She gasped, startled when a small face popped out from under the growth. Big, brown, innocent eyes blinked at Liz questioningly. The creature took a shaky step forward on it's long, spindly legs and came clear of the patch of particularly long grass it had been in before.
It was a foal! A filly, Liz was sure of it. She was a dull bay color from her baby fur and she had a fuzzy black mane and stubby tail. Her ears were perched on the top of her small bay head awkwardly; they seemed to be too big for her. A white diamond stood out brightly on her wide forehead. The filly's legs were long and slender, jutting out from under her at odd angles to support her light weight. The filly took another step towards Liz. The movement left Liz speechless and gaping, the filly was a gorgeous mover and from the looks of her she was only about a month old! She seemed to float across the ground effortlessly.
Liz crouched down on the other side of the fence and held one of her hands between the wooden beams of the fence. "Hey, little one," she said in a soft, soothing voice as the filly continued to creep towards her. Finally, the filly was standing directly opposite Liz on the other side of the fence. The filly snuffled at Liz's hand and Liz watched, mesmerized by the tiny animal in front of her. "Where's your mommy? Huh girl?" Liz reached up and stroked the filly's short, bay neck. Liz glanced around the paddock but saw no evidence of any other horses. Down a dusty path, in the distance, she could see an old farmhouse and barn, but no one else was around.
"Hey there, girlie!" A voice rough voice startled Liz out of her thoughts. Liz jumped backwards slightly and fell on her butt at the sight of an old, man standing on the other side of the fence. The tanned skin was stretched taught across his face. He wore a large, battered straw hat and had wild eyebrows and a scraggly beard. He had a pair of sunken, creamy brown eyes that, despite his rustic appearance, were friendly and warm.
"Sorry!" Liz gasped as she tried to settle her wildly beating heart. She pushed herself off of the ground and too her feet. She brushed the grass off of her butt, hoping that it hadn't stained her tan breeches.
"Baby here seems to have taken a real liken' to ya'," the old man patted the filly's neck tenderly with a wrinkled hand. The filly snorted gently and dropped her head to sniff at the grass but didn't eat any.
"Baby?" Liz said in confusion. Her eyes fell on the filly and she grasped understanding. "Oh! You mean the filly?"
"Yep," the old man confirmed. "It's not her real name; we just call her that around here. We haven't given her an official name yet."
"How old is she?" Liz asked, intrigued.
"Almost a month," the old man responded.
"Where's her mother?" Liz asked with furrowed brows.
The old man looked down sadly and patted the filly's next, almost like he was reassuring himself or her that everything was going to be alright. "Thisuns' mum passed on this morning," he said softly.
Liz gasped in shock in horror. "Oh no!" she exclaimed.
"Yes," the old man repeated. "There wassin' nuthin we could do. We're gonna have to sell the lill one now. I can't take care of these ere horses anymore."
"What's going to happen to her?" Liz asked quietly. She watched the little filly as her ears flicked back and forth to get the flies away from her.
"Well she don have impressive bloodlines or nufin like dat so we'll take the first offer we can get for 'er. Tis a shame. She'll be right beaut in a few years, this one'll be. But," he continued sadly. Liz had to listen carefully to understand what he was saying, "She migh' end up goin' to one of them here slaughter houses. No one wants a month old filly without der mum."
Liz shocked herself with the next words that left her mouth. She didn't even think before she spoke. Headmistress Pierce would not be pleased; she always stressed the importance of thinking before you spoke. "I'll take her!" Liz cried eagerly.
The old man laughed. "Now look 'er girlie. That would be grea' an all but, ye can be moren hirteen. This 'er lill one will need some serious attention."
"I can ride!" Liz said. "I've ridden for seven years! I could take care of her! Oh please, sir!" Liz begged.
"Well, iffen ye's call your parents and ask them first. Baby here likes you mighty fine. I'd be happy if she went wit you."
"Let me call them!" Liz said as she pulled out her cell-phone. She flipped it open and punched in her home phone number, bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. "Hey mom!" she said when her mother's voice reached her through the phone.
"Liz, where are you? It's getting late," her mother's voice held a bit of worry for her only daughter.
"I know, mom, sorry," Liz quickly apologized. "I'm at this little farm near Little Bit's," she said quickly. "Can you and dad please, please, please, come here?"
"What's the matter?" her mother asked, alarmed.
"Nothing, mom," Liz assured her hurriedly. "Please just come! It's really important!" Liz crossed her fingers behind her back.
"Fine," her mother sighed, clearly defeated but intrigued all the same at the excitement in her daughter's voice. "Where are you?"
Liz turned to the old man and asked him where they were. He laughed but conveyed the information to her anyway. Liz quickly rambled of the address to her mother and her mother promised that she and Liz's father would be there momentarily.
Fifteen minutes later the Inferno Red Pacifica pulled to a stop at the side of the road next to where Liz was.
"Hey mom! Hey dad!" Liz called as her parents exited the car and waked over to her slowly, eyeing the old man standing by her side warily.
"What's up, Lizzy?" her dad asked her. "Hi, I'm Paul," Liz's dad introduced himself to the old man. "I'm Liz's father," he added.
"Nice ter metcha," the old man enthused as he shook Paul's hand. "I'm Bob, this 'er's my farm."
"I'm May," Liz's mom jumped in and shook his hand. "I hope our daughter hasn't been any trouble," she said cautiously.
"Not at all! Not at all!" the old man said happily.
"Mom, dad," Liz spoke up for the first time since they had arrived. "Look! Isn't she adorable?" she knelt down by the filly's side and draped an arm across her slim neck. The filly's tail swung back and forth and she snorted lightly.
"She's cute," May seconded her daughter's opinion. "Why did you…? No Lizzy," May said once she grasped the full situation. Liz's face fell. "You can't have a horse."
"But mom!" Liz whined. "Please? Look at her, she's perfect!" Liz placed her head against the filly's neck and the little filly lent into her. "Her mom died and she'll probably be sold for meat."
"That's unfortunate but you're not ready for the responsibility," May said firmly. "Having a horse is a lot of work, especially a foal."
"I've ridden for seven years mom! Please! I'm ready! I'll take really good care of her!"
"What about school, Lizzy Bear?" Paul jumped in.
"I'll do all my work and get all 'A's," Liz promised. "Please," she begged, giving her parents the puppy dog eyes.
"Liz, no," her mother began firmly, holding up a hand.
"Come on, May," her dad cut in. "It would be a good opportunity for Liz and besides, we've been talking about getting her own horse for a while now. I'm sure she could get Lisa to help any if she needed it. Look at them;" he added with a meaningful glance towards his daughter and the tiny filly, "They look so cute together."
"Baby 'er has formed a mighty liken towards yer daughter," Bob added.
"How much are we talking here?" Paul asked the old man. Liz jumped up and threw her arms around her father's neck.
"Oh thank you daddy! Thank you!" she yelped.
"Now, Lizzy, we're not settled on this just yet," her mother warned her.
"I'll give 'er to yer for real cheap," Bob promised. "'Ow bout. $1200?"
"That seems reasonable," Paul said with a nod. "How old is she? Breed?" he inquired.
"Baby 'er is a Hanoverian Holstein cross with a lill bit of Akhal-Teke in 'er. She's about a month old," Bob supplied.
Paul, May and Bob continued to talk about amongst themselves.
Liz jumped back over to where the filly was flying the tall grass. She lay down next to the filly on her stomach and rested her head against her shoulder. "You're all mine now girl," she whispered in satisfaction. This was the horse from her dreams. "All mine," she repeated with a smile. "I'll take great care of you and we'll be a great team. You'll love your new home," she assured the small filly. The filly's ears flicked back and she rested her muzzle in the grass. "I'm going to call you Dancing Beauty," she said suddenly as she envisioned the filly's smooth movements once again. "And I'll call you Beau," she said with a smile. "Beau, for short."
a/n: I'm done! Sorry I can't edit much because my mom's making me get off. I hope you guys liked it! Part two will be up ASAP! Enjoy! Review!