#13 When Horses Dream

by Bruce Roush

Oreo, a white and brown draft horse, drowsed in his stall. It had been a long, tiring day, but a bath and a bountiful nose bag had combined to make him feel content. He and the other horses in his stable pulled carriages on the streets of New York. Dusk was falling, and Oreo, like the others, was settling in for a night of well-deserved rest.

His equine mind began to muse. What if he broke out of the rank of carriages on the street? Picturing himself galloping, he would toss his head, shaking off those annoying blinders. Going faster, his hooves sparking, the carriage he was pulling would begin to break apart, falling away just like Forrest Gump's leg braces. As he flew past the crowded streets, Oreo would see:

Pizza falling from mouths opened in awe.

Sidewalk con men not conning but staring.

Ice cream cones dropping from pointing fingers.

Pocket pickers stopping picking.

Nuns nodding knowingly as they crossed themselves.

Finally, he would reach the Hudson River, sprout Pegasus wings and soar like his ancient relative. Startled commuters riding ferries would gape in wonder as he flew overhead, landed on the opposite bank and disappeared into the meadowlands as his name was called aloud.

"OREO . . . OREO . . . OREO! Hey old buddy, I hadda hard time rousing you. It's time for your breakfast chow," said the stable guy. "You been dreamin' or somethin?"

As he slipped on his nose bag, a slight smile curved across Oreo's lips.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wondeful fun! Fly on, Oreo!

amessoffeathers said...

I'm a horse gal and this made me feel all warm an' fuzzy. Really fun, sweet and original. Bravo!

Jade said...

Bruce, this is totally my favorite piece so far. Thank you so much for the levity. I hear the adoring masses chant Oreo! Oreo! Oreo!!!

Sam Knight said...

Very nicely done, bringing us into the mind of the horse, showing his point of view, what he wanted. The only thing that bothered me was that I didn't think Oreo would know who Forrest Gump was. But then, maybe he watches TV.

Bruce. said...

Anon.,amesso.,Jade and Sam.Thank you for taking the time to comment. Story based on an incident involving a real NYC horse, name of Oreo. As regards TV, I've heard he only watches reruns of Mr. Ed.

Engelia said...

Great Story! I found myself chanting "Oreo" out loud the second time I read it.

Bruce said...

Thank you Engelia, Oreo and I appreciate your comment.

Margaret said...

A wonderful story, Bruce.
Why shouldn't horses dream just like we do? Who knows, maybe they do and after reading Oreo's tale I'm convinced they do!
Well written!

Bruce Roush said...

Thank you Margaret, for your comment. Oreo does his dreaming at the Clinton Park Stables in New York.Bruce.

Aniket Thakkar said...

What a fun tale, Bruce!

All one has to do is go through the comments to realize that this spreads smiles to all the readers. What more can a writer want?

Oreo! Oreo! Oreo!

Rachel Green said...

Super piece!

Bruce Roush said...

Thank you, Rachel. I'm so glad you liked it. Bruce.

Cheryl Manning said...

What a wonderful read. Put a big smile on my face. I'm in love with Oreo and your story.

Bruce Roush said...

Hey Cheryl,thanks. If you're smiling, I'm smiling.Bruce.

Sarah Laurenson said...

Ha! Love this horse. Great job.

Bruce Roush said...

Thanks for taking the time to read about Oreo. Bruce

Jesse said...

I guess if dogs and cats can dream, then horses can to. It almost makes me wonder what those horses for sale I passed by along the highway recently are dreaming of.