Horses · Life · Mel

Look, Mel, a mouse

One day a few years ago, I went out to ride Mel.   I went to the paddock and called him in from the pasture.   It only took my “no kidding” voice once for him to come to me.   There at the gate between the paddock and the pasture, the ground was all broken up from horse hooves in the mud the last time it rained.   As I’m standing there putting Mel’s halter on, I noticed a teeny-weeny field mouse really close.   So I walked over and tried to point him out to Mel.   The little mouse is running around, falling into hoof grooves or running into mounded dirt and he finally gets Mel’s attention.

What an unbelievable moment when horse and mouse touched noses to smell each other.  Mel quickly lost interest.  So I bent down to look at the mouse again, and for unknown reasons, reached down to touch him with my gloved finger.   Of course he ran.  Right then Mel took a step and mouse and horse met again.   Mel stepped right on him!!  One moment I’m smiling looking at a teeny-weeny mouse and the next I’m gaping at a horse hoof with half a mouse sticking out from under it.   All that was showing was a little pink butt and the pink bottoms of little feet.

I felt awful!!   I told myself Mel didn’t do it on purpose.  Gosh, I hope not.

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