Prompt: Magnet for 10-Minute Exercise #LWG
I felt a strange attraction pulling me towards the horse – even though I was not a horsey person. I needed to feed a handful of hay to the grey mare. And, there, was some hay just right for purpose.
The horse seemed to appreciate the hay and ate as much as I could offer.
There appeared a saddle, stirrups, a bit, reigns and bridle – in fact, all the things needed to allow one to ride a horse.
I, on the other hand, was now appropriately dressed in a pair of riding boots, jodhpurs, riding hat and jacket – well, bless my soul and calm me The Lone Ranger.
“Away!” I called and off we went.
Past 100-Acre Wood, all along, down along, our along Leigh, past the Old Jockey and Horse public house and off to the moor.
We seemed to Canter, Gallop and trot as if we were one being.
That was when I noticed that we had become a Centaur. All the paraphernalia of horse-riding had gone and there were just the four legs and upper torso of the previous incarnation.
Oops! Did this thing really happen?
I tapped one metal-clad hoof twice for ‘Yes!.
It’s not often that I am lost for words – but, hey!
I cantered on, now searching for a lady Centaur with whom I could share my horsey life.
Positive or negative, there was no way back now – the elemental forces of Nature were set on pulling me forward.