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Chapter 3: When Did My Horse Grow Wings?
Chris's POV

I started to walk across the lawn and over to the barn. Miss. Mulleins had about 12 acres of land that stretched across a large grassy field and into the woods that borders the area. She owned a sand arena and about 4 paddocks to turn the horses out in. The barn that stood off to the side of the house had 10 stalls and a tack/feed room.
As I walked into the barn I was greeted with many different whinnies and nickers.
"I swear its like the horses worship you," muttered Megan as she strolled into the barn isle.
"They don't worship me, Megan I just have a way with them, just like you," I retorted.
"Well I do have a way with horses, but not like you."
Megan was right, horses practically worship me. For example whenever I walk up to the pasture and whistle for Ocean, every horse that was turned out will gallop over to the gate to see me.
Another example was when I went to a horse show with Miss. Mulleins for one of her students who was riding. The student's horse was being very stubborn before they went into the show ring, so I held the horse while Miss. Mulleins tightened the girth.
I spoke soothing words to the horse and told it to do its best and to stop being stubborn.
After that the student and her horse rode into the arena and won first. I swear that I heard the horse say "Thanks for the advice," after the show, but no one believed me.
I strode down the barn isle and over to Oceans stall. "Good morning girl," I called to her.
Ocean picked her head up from her pile of hay and walked over to me.
I unlocked her stall door and stepped into her stall. "How bout we do some flat work this morning?" I asked her as I stroked her muzzle.
She neighed in reply.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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After a good flat lesson I put Ocean in the cross ties in the barn isle and removed her saddle and bridle.
I started to brush her down when she spooked and jumped backwards.
"What's the madder Ocean?" I asked her.
Ocean stood still head held high and ears twitching nervously.
"It's ok girl calm down," I said in a soothing voice, but she was still fidgety.
I sighed and went back to grooming. After Ocean was spotless I went into the tack room to put her brushes away.
I bent down to put the brushes back into my tack box when I heard someone shout from the barn isle.
"We have to leave right now," they shouted.
I put the bucket of brushes away and ran into the barn isle. There was no one there and I could have sworn Megan went inside for breakfast.
When I turned to face Ocean I couldn't believe my eyes. My mare had feathery white wings sprouting out of her back.
"Ok," I started "I could have sworn you did not have those a minute ago!"
"We need to leave right now my lady," said the voice again.
"Wait Ocean is that you?" I questioned staring at my mare.
"Yes my lady, no time to explain we must hurry!" She whinnied.
"Wait how come I can understand you and why do we have to leave?"
Ocean reared up in the cross ties and broke both of the clips of off her halter. She bolted forward to the front of the isle way to where I was standing.
"Come my lady I must bring you to camp."
I stared at her and took a step back.
"What camp?"
"I told you no time to explain. Now climb on and let's go!"
Ocean bent down so I could climb on, but before I did I ran into the tack room and grabbed my phone off of my tack trunk.
I ran back out and hopped onto her back. She galloped outside and took off into the sky.