Bickville Adventures By A. Adix Chapter Two The Mare and the Lemon The old cliché of ‘quiet little town’ does not fit Bickville. Sometimes quiet is nowhere to be found. On this particular day, the ruckus caused by a piece of fruit could have awoken two towns over, and it certainly gained a lot ... Read Full Post
By A. Adix
The Mare and the Lemon
The old cliché of ‘quiet little town’ does not fit Bickville. Sometimes quiet is nowhere to be found. On this particular day, the ruckus caused by a piece of fruit could have awoken two towns over, and it certainly gained a lot of attention in downtown Bickville.
Faye and Kathy own and operate Rolling Saddles Farm and Stables outside of town on the west side. These two ladies have been great friends for many years and their love of horses, and animals as a whole, made them a great team for this endeavor. They have several dogs and cats, in addition to the typical farm animal you would think to see, like a pig, chickens, a duck or two, things like that. Throw in a zebra, a llama, an ostrich, even a peacock, and you have the eclectic Rolling Saddles Farm.
Their shining star though, is the stables. This is a beautiful place that houses some of the best of the best. The horses that live there are treated as kings and queens (as well they should) and help the community in many ways. One…they are used for therapy for folks with disabilities. Two…People take riding lessons for relaxation and hobby. Three…The horses are Faye and Kathy’s main source of transportation.
One afternoon, round about 3:00, Miss Theresa had just finished up her shopping at the main grocery. With only two sacks she decided that she would take a nice, relaxing stroll through town, do a little window shopping, and say hi to a few folks on her way home.
Faye, needing to get a few things at the grocery herself, had decided to ride her favorite mare, Sassy. Now in Bickville, seeing a horse going up and down the streets is not as common as it was in yester years. Back in the day, rural kids used them to get to school, and farmers and families used them to pull wagons, and all other transportation needs. But as cars became popular and industry changed, folks slowly used horses less and less. Faye…no. Horses were her main source of motion. They always had been…they always will. So, seeing Faye coming down the street on her mare was not especially very surprising to the people of Bickville. As a matter of fact, if Faye had been in a car…that would have been a shock.
As Faye came down the street, Miss Theresa, looking through the downtown windows, caught her toe on a crack in the sidewalk. As she fell forward, she threw her groceries in the air, reached out, and, with great luck, landed in Neil, the pharmacist’s, arms. It was a great coincidence that he had been taking a stroll on the same side of the street. Theresa’s groceries scattered all over the sidewalk save one lemon. That lemon rolled right out into the street.
Now Faye had watched the entire scene happen. It had happened pretty quickly, but when she saw that Miss Theresa was safe, she just kept going. Sassy, her mare, also, just kept going. But not without lowering her head and picking up that lemon as they went by, all in one fluid motion.
It’s safe to say that Sassy did not know about lemons. When she picked up that lemon between her teeth, she broke the rind and got a bit of lemon juice in her mouth. She shook her head left then right, up then down. Faye, who did not know Sassy had picked up that lemon, took a tighter grip of the reins and said, “Whoa Sassy…whoa. What is wrong with you girl? You’re going to knock me right off!” Sassy wasn’t listening. She shook her head even harder as the lemon was being squeezed even more in her mouth. She whinnied and kicked her back legs and in one bellow, shot the lemon out of her mouth. When Faye saw the lemon shoot out of Sassy’s mouth, she knew she would have to get that horse to some water, and quick.
Faye took hold of the reins and guided Sassy back towards the stable. Sassy kept shaking her head back and forth, up and down. It was quite a scene to the town’s people who had gathered to watch the spectacle. Faye is a master horse women, so she knew what she was doing. It was still evident though that she had a challenge on her hands. Sassy was not very happy at the moment. You see, pieces of that lemon were stuck in her teeth. She was trying to shake them out, but they were in there, and she didn’t like it one bit.
The folks of Bickville watched as Faye expertly guided the distraught horse down the street. When she rounded the corner, many shook their heads and continued on with their business. Neil helped Miss Theresa gather up all her groceries and walked her home. The town went back to order again.
When Faye got Sassy back to the stables, that horse drank and drank. After a while, the lemon must have worked its way through. Faye just shook her head and went inside to take a nap. The whole ordeal was just exhausting.
The next day, Faye took Sassy back into town, but they stopped by Miss Theresa’s house. Miss Theresa came out to the gate to say hi. Faye leaned down, handed her a lemon and said, “Sassy and I are really sorry about your lemon…but next time…could you please roll an apple out into the street?”