meeting fluffy

the horse raced throught the forest as usual
it expected to see nothing special nothing interesting
it said to itself, another day of boredom and rountine
it ran really fast
perhaps there were interesting things to see
just that it has been running too fast that it could not have noticed anything at all
the sunshine, the shadow, the sweet grass, the broad leaf
what once interested the horse now seemed nothing to it

at times it got tired and needed water
it went to the river and bowed to drink
at such moments of its slowing down it reflected, a bit
it thought of its peers
it saw in its mind their smiley faces
couldnt quite make out what would make them happy
nothing worth my leap at heart, it thought to itself
instead of a leap at heart, it lifted its head, wanting to show a face of complexion
well still it wanted to look cool

while it was slowly raising its head turning its neck
it glimsed a white thing right opposite to the river
is it a cloud? it asked itself
it was a white fluffy thing
it is a cloud, it asserted
or is it marsh mellow, or cotton, or...well it was not so assertive though

suddenly it saw the fluffy thing move
from afar toward the river, coming closer to the horse
stopped again, become again a steady fluffy UFO by the river
hey, the horse shouted, not sure it the thing had ears, or would understand a horse's language
HEY, it shouted again, more strenuously though of similar loudness
the fluffy thing shook, and the hope white thing become a bit taller
oh
so it was a sheep
the horse thought that it was stupid of him to have wasted so much time on a lower sheep and went away

on the way to the wherever destination, it walked
highlighted was its slow pace
it could not run
why couldnt i run, it asked itself, not expecting an answer
its mind was occupied
but the white fluffy sheep ofcourse
the sheep had become a marshmellow, which sweetness and softness had melted the horse
it was animal's love at first sight
and the horse still could not comprehend this feeling yet
well, or perhaps it was reluctant to admit
its being so human so fragile so easily impressed
by just the looking of a thing
it said that it was superficial

but it was true love indeed
it just did not know it yet at the moment
horse was so immerged in his own puzzlement, or dream that
it did not hear the footsteps from behind
bump!
an accident occured
the two animals crashed but horse did not get hurt
the thing it crashed with was too soft too protective
it was the fluffy cotton marshmellow sheep
the sheep bled though
staining the wool bright bloody red
the colour of roses
the colour of fire
from the colour of the blood the horse knoew that the sheep was very healthy
it flowed the rosy blood not stale or blood of deep red
well oxygenated
the horse thought to itself, still not smart enough to take care of the sheep yet
the read sheep was mourning
horse heard its cry and licked the wool
yuck
it did not feel like sugary marshmellow at all
but stuffing cotton into one's mouth
difficult and made it want to throw up
it coughed

it wanted to treat sheep another way but it could not quite thought of another way
when it maintained its shape as a horse
so it ran away
to the telebox and BLINK!
turned into a human

running back to the venue of accident it thought of all the possibility of how sheep would view it
it did not know that it had overthought
cause fluffy had already gone by the time it arrived
the man was dissappointed

the man thought that sheep could only recognise it when it was in the form of a horse so it walked back to the telebox and turned itself back
it hoped that it will meet the sheep again tomorrow
perhaps by the river
it hoped that the sheep had treated itself well
no infection of wounds, had not twisted its angles its knees its knuckles its neck or whatever
it knew that it was forceful and strong
perhaps rude

(to be continued)