Acorn the little red colt; A colt's life
This is a story I found when I cleaned out my computer desk. I wrote this when I was in second grade. I can't believe I used semicolons at age 7 or 8. I was awesome. I'm gonna type it below. It's not long. It's unedited save for me putting paragraph breaks.
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Chapter 1. BIRTH
It all began when I was in my mom's tummy. I started kicking. I suddenly pushed one way, now the other demanding to get out. I came out of the small, cramped space into a bright and sunny meadow with sweet-smelling wildflowers and buttercups. For a minute I layed there, not understanding what just happened.
I tried saying something to the brown horse beside me, but all that came out was a huff. Of what? I tried it again. Huff. The horse beside me licked the slime off me.
I looked around. There were two hard rocks in front of me. I sniffed them. They didn't move. I heard a howling sound behind me. The rocks in front of me moved the same time I jumped. I jumped again. They moved.
I heard a sweet voice beside me. "Those are your hooves, Acorn." At that moment I realized those "hooves" were mine. My name is Acorn. I am a horse. Not a horse, but a colt. DUH!
I felt a bunch of stringy hair on my neck. That was probally mine, also. I saw two more rocks behind me also.
I peered up at the brown horse beside me. "I am your mother."
I thought about the rumbling deep in my insides. What is that feeling? I had to stop that feeling. I saw a bag of skin full of milk in front of me. I had a strong temptation to milk it. I tried it. yummy. I drank until the feeling was gone. Yummy! I drank until I could drink no more. Delicious!
There was a big yellow flower by my nose. As I opened my mouth I swallowed the buttercup as I was about to sneeze again. It tasted awful. I spit it out. Guess where it landed. Right on my mom's upper front leg. Yuck! My mother wiped the gooze on the grass.
Chapter 2. WALKING
I couldn't see over the tall wildflowers and buttercups and I wanted to see what was in the world. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I was exhausted just trying to get up. I went into a huffing fit again. I kept trying to get up. I was on my knees then I dug my hooves into the ground. I stood up very slowly.
For a while I stayed like that for a while taking in everything over the flowers. There was blue sky, a brown fence, a white stallion, and a feed boy with oats and corn with a water bucket near it. There was a small lake one-hundred feet away. There was a small island in the middle of the lake. Kush ferns, buttercups, wildflowers, grasses and four trees were rooted to it. There was a small sandbar where horses were racing and swimming in the water.
Everything is so beautiful around me, little Acorn. Wow.
I tried stepping forward. I stumbled and fell. I slowly stood up again. This time I caught my balance and put one foot forward. I did it! Wow! This time I put a back foot forward. Neat-o!
*insert drawing of Acorn walking, mom walking behind*
I put my other front foot forward, then put my other back foot forward. Wow! I was one foot away from where I was. I high-stepped to the fence. My mother followed me. I craned my neck over the fence.
The white stallion cantered over to my mom. "Did everything go okay, Trixie? Where's the little one? Oh there he is. What are you calling him?"
"His name is Acorn, Cirrus.
Chapter 3. TALKING
As the stallion pranced away, Trixie, my mother, said, "Let's go to the feed box. I will show you what to do if you get thirsty."
I carefully stepped over with her. When we got to the water pail, she said, "Oo you see this pail filled with water? This is what you do if you're thirsty." She stuck out her tounge, lowered it into the water and lapped up some of the water. "Now you try it, Acorn."
I stuck out my tounge just like she did and I dropped it into the water. All I did when I tried lapping up the water I licked the side of the bucket and tipped it over.
My mother said calmly, "That is alright, My little Acorn. We will try on another water bucket."
We trotted over to the sandbar and asked Cirrus, the stallion, if he knew where a water bucket is.
"I think there is one over where Pinta is," he said. "Thank you Cirrus. Come on, Acorn, you are thirsty aren't you?"
"Yes," I said.
"Acorn, are you talking?"
"Yes."
"Will you said a differant word for me," Trixie said?
"Yes" I said.
"Well, what is it?"
"Yes," I replied.
Mom said, "Why Yes?"
I repeated, "Why yes?"
Cirrus was here all long and he said, "He's talking! Wow my son, Acorn, is talking!
"He's talking, wow my son is talking," I repeated.
I heard running, then a door slam, then I heard runing again. I heard a man's voice say, "Trixie 'as foaled! All by 'herself! No on' to 'elp 'er! 'Eres the colt? Trixie! Come 'ere Trixie!" The voice sounded Irish.
"Come on Acorn, lets go see Brandon, the master."
I said, "Brandon?"
"Yes Brandon is our owner. We live on his land. Were're going to see him now."
"Yes, Why yes, He's talking, wow my son is talking!" I answered.
Chapter 4. Brandon
"Trixie!" Brandon's voice goes horase and make me flinch. "Mama,, come," I said impatiently, "Brandon".
"OK Acorn. I'm coming."
We trotted over to the log farmhouse. Clouds were darkening the sky. They were dark themselves.
On the way to the farmhouse we passed lots of other animals on the farm. As we walked past the pig sty my mom said, "Hey Monty. How did the new set of piglets go well with you? I've had my spring suprise for the year. Didn't even Notice I was getting fatter and fatter with Acorn. Suddenly the pains came stabbing in to my side as quick as those shots we get at the vet."
"What is that, mommy?" I asked. "That is a pig," Trixie said.
The piglets ask "What is that, Mommy sow?"
"That is a pony-horse-colt-running animal that I don't know how to say thing."
The piglet said, "Hello, pony-horse-colt-running-animal thing."
"Come on Acorn. You are going to meet Brandon."
The sky turned a green. It looked erie. The strong gusts of wind almost blew over my mother and it blew me off me feet. Trixie nosed me up. I leaned against her all the say to the barn where Brandon was milking Buttercup.
He said tome, "You can 'ave milk 'enever you wan'. I 'ave to earn mine. You ar' lucki." A grin covered his scruffy face. Then his grin became a serious frown. "Trixie, a severe storm fron' is comin' our wa'. Trixie, Since you are the strongest horse around, you 'ill 'ave a wagon hitched on you so we can ca' pic' up all the pigs, dogs, sheep, rabbits, an' chicken fouls. We'll load 'em into the barn basement. Your little on' will go firs'."
Brandon picked me up and opened the traplike door under the straw. He picked up some straw and stepped down the steps and into the darkness. In there I heard the sound of straw being dropped. The sound of rain being blown against the barn were loud. Before they left Brandon picked me up and hauled me into the basement.
Chapter 5. Animals
The animals were hauled in with 4 wagons. There were a lot!
Pig family; Monty, Mighty, and their 10 piglets, Maidy, May, Milly, Molly, Manny, Mary, Mardy, Marsha, Marca, and Marla. Whew! Tounge twister there. That was the first wagon.
Dog family; Justin, Hattie, and their 4 puppies: Lance, Joey, J.C. and Chris. That took up another wagon.
Sheep herd; Lois, Bruce, Elizabeth, Jessica, Davis, Lizzie, Lila, Amy, Carver, Johny, Pat, Winston, Manda, Howard, Dwane, Patrick, Steven Ken, Kendra Mandy, James, Brittany, Simon, and Ellen. Phew! Another big lot. Another wagon trip took up.
Rabbit family; Spottie, Dottie, and their 11 bunnies, Connie
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And that's it! I'm in awe of my younger self. I studied childhood lingustic, cognitive, literacy, and narrative development in college. I repeat: I am in awe of my younger self.
I misspelled tongue for years! It took me forever to learn the "u" comes after the "g" and not before.
I can't believe my mastery of punctuation and my wide vocabulary. Temptation? Cantered? Darkening? I even added humor with the "yes" thing, and even gave Brandon a dialect!
The only things I remember about writing this were three things. I remember pondering how Brandon's accent would sound, and I also pondered the use of the word "milk" versus "suck" in chapter one. I also remember getting frustrated trying to think up names for the rabbits. I was like, "screw this" and abandoned it there.
I've been terrified of weather and severe storms all my life, and you see it here.
The scene where he knocks the bucket over is so sweet! How Trixie reacts is precious- she didn't get mad and just said, "Let's try on another bucket."
You could also tell I was an N*SYNC fan from the names of the puppies. I like how I made Justin Timberlake the dad.
I busted out laughing reading about Trixie's pregnancy in chapter 4. "Didn't even notice."
So basically, I wanna go back in time and hug my younger self and squeal.
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Chapter 1. BIRTH
It all began when I was in my mom's tummy. I started kicking. I suddenly pushed one way, now the other demanding to get out. I came out of the small, cramped space into a bright and sunny meadow with sweet-smelling wildflowers and buttercups. For a minute I layed there, not understanding what just happened.
I tried saying something to the brown horse beside me, but all that came out was a huff. Of what? I tried it again. Huff. The horse beside me licked the slime off me.
I looked around. There were two hard rocks in front of me. I sniffed them. They didn't move. I heard a howling sound behind me. The rocks in front of me moved the same time I jumped. I jumped again. They moved.
I heard a sweet voice beside me. "Those are your hooves, Acorn." At that moment I realized those "hooves" were mine. My name is Acorn. I am a horse. Not a horse, but a colt. DUH!
I felt a bunch of stringy hair on my neck. That was probally mine, also. I saw two more rocks behind me also.
I peered up at the brown horse beside me. "I am your mother."
I thought about the rumbling deep in my insides. What is that feeling? I had to stop that feeling. I saw a bag of skin full of milk in front of me. I had a strong temptation to milk it. I tried it. yummy. I drank until the feeling was gone. Yummy! I drank until I could drink no more. Delicious!
There was a big yellow flower by my nose. As I opened my mouth I swallowed the buttercup as I was about to sneeze again. It tasted awful. I spit it out. Guess where it landed. Right on my mom's upper front leg. Yuck! My mother wiped the gooze on the grass.
Chapter 2. WALKING
I couldn't see over the tall wildflowers and buttercups and I wanted to see what was in the world. I tried to get up but I was too weak. I was exhausted just trying to get up. I went into a huffing fit again. I kept trying to get up. I was on my knees then I dug my hooves into the ground. I stood up very slowly.
For a while I stayed like that for a while taking in everything over the flowers. There was blue sky, a brown fence, a white stallion, and a feed boy with oats and corn with a water bucket near it. There was a small lake one-hundred feet away. There was a small island in the middle of the lake. Kush ferns, buttercups, wildflowers, grasses and four trees were rooted to it. There was a small sandbar where horses were racing and swimming in the water.
Everything is so beautiful around me, little Acorn. Wow.
I tried stepping forward. I stumbled and fell. I slowly stood up again. This time I caught my balance and put one foot forward. I did it! Wow! This time I put a back foot forward. Neat-o!
*insert drawing of Acorn walking, mom walking behind*
I put my other front foot forward, then put my other back foot forward. Wow! I was one foot away from where I was. I high-stepped to the fence. My mother followed me. I craned my neck over the fence.
The white stallion cantered over to my mom. "Did everything go okay, Trixie? Where's the little one? Oh there he is. What are you calling him?"
"His name is Acorn, Cirrus.
Chapter 3. TALKING
As the stallion pranced away, Trixie, my mother, said, "Let's go to the feed box. I will show you what to do if you get thirsty."
I carefully stepped over with her. When we got to the water pail, she said, "Oo you see this pail filled with water? This is what you do if you're thirsty." She stuck out her tounge, lowered it into the water and lapped up some of the water. "Now you try it, Acorn."
I stuck out my tounge just like she did and I dropped it into the water. All I did when I tried lapping up the water I licked the side of the bucket and tipped it over.
My mother said calmly, "That is alright, My little Acorn. We will try on another water bucket."
We trotted over to the sandbar and asked Cirrus, the stallion, if he knew where a water bucket is.
"I think there is one over where Pinta is," he said. "Thank you Cirrus. Come on, Acorn, you are thirsty aren't you?"
"Yes," I said.
"Acorn, are you talking?"
"Yes."
"Will you said a differant word for me," Trixie said?
"Yes" I said.
"Well, what is it?"
"Yes," I replied.
Mom said, "Why Yes?"
I repeated, "Why yes?"
Cirrus was here all long and he said, "He's talking! Wow my son, Acorn, is talking!
"He's talking, wow my son is talking," I repeated.
I heard running, then a door slam, then I heard runing again. I heard a man's voice say, "Trixie 'as foaled! All by 'herself! No on' to 'elp 'er! 'Eres the colt? Trixie! Come 'ere Trixie!" The voice sounded Irish.
"Come on Acorn, lets go see Brandon, the master."
I said, "Brandon?"
"Yes Brandon is our owner. We live on his land. Were're going to see him now."
"Yes, Why yes, He's talking, wow my son is talking!" I answered.
Chapter 4. Brandon
"Trixie!" Brandon's voice goes horase and make me flinch. "Mama,, come," I said impatiently, "Brandon".
"OK Acorn. I'm coming."
We trotted over to the log farmhouse. Clouds were darkening the sky. They were dark themselves.
On the way to the farmhouse we passed lots of other animals on the farm. As we walked past the pig sty my mom said, "Hey Monty. How did the new set of piglets go well with you? I've had my spring suprise for the year. Didn't even Notice I was getting fatter and fatter with Acorn. Suddenly the pains came stabbing in to my side as quick as those shots we get at the vet."
"What is that, mommy?" I asked. "That is a pig," Trixie said.
The piglets ask "What is that, Mommy sow?"
"That is a pony-horse-colt-running animal that I don't know how to say thing."
The piglet said, "Hello, pony-horse-colt-running-animal thing."
"Come on Acorn. You are going to meet Brandon."
The sky turned a green. It looked erie. The strong gusts of wind almost blew over my mother and it blew me off me feet. Trixie nosed me up. I leaned against her all the say to the barn where Brandon was milking Buttercup.
He said tome, "You can 'ave milk 'enever you wan'. I 'ave to earn mine. You ar' lucki." A grin covered his scruffy face. Then his grin became a serious frown. "Trixie, a severe storm fron' is comin' our wa'. Trixie, Since you are the strongest horse around, you 'ill 'ave a wagon hitched on you so we can ca' pic' up all the pigs, dogs, sheep, rabbits, an' chicken fouls. We'll load 'em into the barn basement. Your little on' will go firs'."
Brandon picked me up and opened the traplike door under the straw. He picked up some straw and stepped down the steps and into the darkness. In there I heard the sound of straw being dropped. The sound of rain being blown against the barn were loud. Before they left Brandon picked me up and hauled me into the basement.
Chapter 5. Animals
The animals were hauled in with 4 wagons. There were a lot!
Pig family; Monty, Mighty, and their 10 piglets, Maidy, May, Milly, Molly, Manny, Mary, Mardy, Marsha, Marca, and Marla. Whew! Tounge twister there. That was the first wagon.
Dog family; Justin, Hattie, and their 4 puppies: Lance, Joey, J.C. and Chris. That took up another wagon.
Sheep herd; Lois, Bruce, Elizabeth, Jessica, Davis, Lizzie, Lila, Amy, Carver, Johny, Pat, Winston, Manda, Howard, Dwane, Patrick, Steven Ken, Kendra Mandy, James, Brittany, Simon, and Ellen. Phew! Another big lot. Another wagon trip took up.
Rabbit family; Spottie, Dottie, and their 11 bunnies, Connie
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And that's it! I'm in awe of my younger self. I studied childhood lingustic, cognitive, literacy, and narrative development in college. I repeat: I am in awe of my younger self.
I misspelled tongue for years! It took me forever to learn the "u" comes after the "g" and not before.
I can't believe my mastery of punctuation and my wide vocabulary. Temptation? Cantered? Darkening? I even added humor with the "yes" thing, and even gave Brandon a dialect!
The only things I remember about writing this were three things. I remember pondering how Brandon's accent would sound, and I also pondered the use of the word "milk" versus "suck" in chapter one. I also remember getting frustrated trying to think up names for the rabbits. I was like, "screw this" and abandoned it there.
I've been terrified of weather and severe storms all my life, and you see it here.
The scene where he knocks the bucket over is so sweet! How Trixie reacts is precious- she didn't get mad and just said, "Let's try on another bucket."
You could also tell I was an N*SYNC fan from the names of the puppies. I like how I made Justin Timberlake the dad.
I busted out laughing reading about Trixie's pregnancy in chapter 4. "Didn't even notice."
So basically, I wanna go back in time and hug my younger self and squeal.