Automobile

"Chin up Ed, I've been riding just as long as you! It's only a matter of time before you get the hang of it too!" Peter exclaimed. It should be illegal to be so happy when everyone else (namely me) is so miserable. Then again, he wasn't the one who fell off a horse six times, "Oof!" make that seven.

"Maybe we should take a break, I mean I could always just walk in battle besides, knowing my skill with horses I would fall off and be trampled before it would even begin." Peter's smile dimmed by several notches. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. As a matter of fact I don't think I've really seen him truly smile all week. Except now that is, and I went ahead and ruined it as always.

"It was only a joke Peter. Now come on, if you're so good at this why don't you get off your high horse- Err sorry- Unicorn and help your little brother will you?" I said with fake cheeriness. I desperately want Peter's smile back and if falling off a horse fifty times was it then so be it, it was a price I was willing to pay.

"Do you remember watching dad drive his automobile around? We took turns sitting in the passenger seat and messing with the buttons on the dash board. Once the war started gas prices sky rocketed and we barely used it. But do you remember how the steering wheel worked? Try steering the horse like that."

"If you haven't noticed Peter, there isn't any kind of wheel I can attach to the horse's neck." I stated with a smirk, holding the limp piece of leather that was supposed to serve as a way to steer."

"Dismount and I'll show you on your horse. Maybe it will make it a bit…clearer?" I nodded and stumbled off. I hadn't quite gotten around how to di that yet. Peter remounted my horse and carefully took the reins, trying to recall everything he knew about horses (no matter how little it really was).

"Well if I squeeze my legs gently and pull this over here it should turn righ- Ahhhhh!" I gingerly raised a hand over my eyes to block out the setting sun as I watched Peter getting wildly thrown around the horses back as they galloped in circles. Finally with an oof Peter tumbled to the ground.

"Like an automobile is it?" I asked with a grin, offering my hand.

"I think… we might have to get you a different horse."

A/N~ One reviewer informed me I forgot one major detail in the last story! The ATOMIC BOMB. Whoops, my fault guy, I thought I mentioned it but apparently not. This was all meant to happen before the bomb was dropped.

Hope you like this! Review please!

~Hain