The other day I had a really good idea for a story:
A high school Shakespeare club angrily splits into two groups when they can’t agree on the correct interpretation of Romeo and Juliet. One group thinks it’s a cautionary tale about the stupidity of youth and shallow lust; the other group think it’s a beautiful tragedy about poisonous hatred conquered by love. Reconciliation seems impossible-
–then a person from one group falls in love with a person from the other
#it would be better if somehow EVERY OTHER SHAKESPEARE WAS HAPPENING AT ONCE#like you got a benedict and beatice b-story#and then somebody see’s their dad’s ghost#and there’s cross-dressing#and three upperclassmen tell macbeth he will be drama club president
Riley has learned that Ivy’s human always has pockets full of carrots and other delights.
This means that when I enter the pasture, and once the mares recognize the human that approacheth, Riley now tries to get to me before Ivy (aka Current Top Mare) does.
Thus, marching-walk races ensue.
On this occasion, all three mares lifted their head from the grass in unison to acknowledge I was there. Cadence returned to grazing, Ivy took three or four steps my way before lowering her head back to her grass, but Riley considered me a moment as I came across the pasture, then moved toward me. Once Ivy saw that someone else might get her carrots – What nerve! – she started toward me at a brisk walk aiming to catch up with and then surpass the other mare. So a slow-gaited race ensued. Riley made it to my side first, as she was closer to begin with, only to be pushed away a moment later as Ivy, ears pinned, placed herself resolutely between me and the interloper.
Both mares received some carrot, but I may have a new challenge on my hands. Haha!
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