I wrote this story when I was 10 years of age. My Mother saved it for me, a treasure from my childhood. As a child, I created the characters, story-line, plot and the location. It is a story about horses, adventure, heroes, villains, friendship… and much more.
I will be sharing the chapters on my page, with minimal editing to the original rough draft. I hope you enjoy it. (By the way… I am 52 years old now.)
Here are the links to the first 3 posts on my page for this children’s story, they are also on my blog.
When they got over to Tonna and Shanna, they stroked them and then they went over to Shonna, Tonna and Shanna’s mother. They stroked her and started to walk out of the horse stall. The Great Abiga rode by. He was making his rounds and checking on every street to make sure everyone was well managed and doing their jobs right.
“Duck, Marco, duck,” yelled Simon.
They both ducked down. “Why should we duck, Simon?” asked Marco in a very quiet whisper.
“I do not want the great Abiga to see us. I don’t want him to see us because he will ask us too many questions and we don’t have time for that,” replied Simon.
The great Abiga rode by and was down the road before Simon and Marco left their hiding spot. While they were down behind the stall door, they were talking about the plans they needed to make for the trip.
“Hi, Simon and Marco. Come into the horse stall with me,” Monno said to Simon and Marco as he was coming down the road. Monno, Marco and Simon walked down to the other horse stall together. As soon as they were inside the stall, Simon and Marco started to talk about the plans.
“Marco, time for lunch!” a woman’s voice called out.
“Well, I guess I have to go home to eat lunch now. Good-bye,” said Marco.
“Good-bye,” said Monno and Simon back to Marco. “Be here in the morning to feed and comb the horses. And, by the way, Tonna and Shanna won’t be here,” Simon said after Marco had gone through the stall door and down the road.
“Now tell me, what are your plans for the trip,” stated Simon.
“Well, it goes like this, the Great Abiga must want something to do with Tonna and Shanna, otherwise he wouldn’t ask you if you wanted to go along. He knew that you would want to take Tonna and Shanna along so he asked you. We thought that we would be able to stay with Tonna and Shanna most of the trip. If that doesn’t work, then we would have to build a little raft or boat of some sort to escape on. I hope he isn’t going to play a trick on us. Do you think that is a very good plan for the trip, Simon?’ Monno asked.
“Yes. I do think that will work out okay and if he doesn’t play any tricks on us, then we can travel all around the desert. After the desert we would go home to Sabarth Town. I hope the Great Abiga doesn’t play any tricks on us,” answered Simon.
They then went over to where Tonna and Shanna were standing.
“Neigh,” said Tonna to them.
“Neigh,” said Shanna to us.
“Neigh,” they both said at the same time to the filly’s mother.
“Neigh,” she said back to them.
Tonna started walking toward Simon. Then Shanna started walking toward Monno. Simon went over to where he kept Shonna, Tonna, and Shanna’s sugar cubes. He took out ten of them. Simon gave 3 to Monno so he could feed them to Shanna. Then Simon gave him 2 other pieces of sugar so he could feed them to Shonna. Simon held out his hand to Tonna. Tonna sniffed his hand and took the sugar cube. Then Monno put out his hand to Shanna and she sniffed his hand and took the sugar cube from it.
Simon went over to Shonna and held out his hand. Shonna took the sugar cube out of his hand. Then Monno did the same. Both Monno and Simon held out their hands to Tonna and Shanna. The fillies took the sugar at the same time. Then Simon gave Tonna her last sugar cube and Monno gave Shanna her last sugar cube.
There was a knock at the stall door. It was the Great Abiga.
“Come, you two, come with me so that you can sleep in my palace until tomorrow. You may bring Tonna and Shanna along to sleep in my horse stall,” the Great Abiga said.
Simon and Monno got their bags from the corner and got some rope to tie around Tonna and Shanna’s necks. They tied the ropes around their necks, but they wouldn’t move. Shonna understood that they should go with them so she nudges the fillies with her nose so they would go. They started to walk toward Simon and Monno and walked along beside them.
When they got out the stall door, they sat in the royal carriage and two of Abiga’s guards let Tonna and Shanna into the royal trailer behind.
The royal carriage was decorated with gold paint on the outside and soft cushions inside. The cushions were crimson with white cushions around the wall. The royal trailer behind the royal carriage was also gold painted, but with fresh hay on the floor, and white paint on the walls of it.
The Great Abiga was riding around town, just to say good-bye to everyone.
“Good-bye, great Abiga,” everyone called. Everyone knew that he was going on a trip and his brother from Ramith Town was coming to his place until he came back.
Then Simon, Monno and Abiga got to his palace, the same two guard that had let Tonna and Shanna into the royal trailer led them out and put them in the royal stall where Abiga’s other horses stayed.
The Great Abiga had many horses. Abiga’s favorite horse was pure black with a white star on her forehead. Her name was “The Royal Silesia”, the one who had two colts named Joshua and Adbulla.
The royal carriage went on until it came to a tunnel. The royal carriage went into the tunnel and stopped at the end. One guard got off of the royal carriage and took two sticks out of his pocket and rubbed them together and started a fire on one of the sticks. He went along the wall and pushed on a place in the wall and a door opened. The Great Abiga got out first, then Simon, and then Monno last. All of the guards went behind Monno. All except one guard, the one who lit the stick, went in last of all. Before he left, he blew out the fire on the stick and went in and shut the door.
Soon they all came to Abiga’s big main room. It had cushioned chairs and cotton pillows. It also had little bells to ring if you needed anything.
“Come,” Abiga said. “I will show you your room.”
He led Simon and Monno into a room with soft beds and two bells to ring if you needed anything.
“How do you like it?” Abiga asked.
“It’s too much great Abiga. It’s just too much,” answered Simon.
“I can afford it,” the Great Abiga barked. “What do you think of it, Monno? Speak up.”
“Just like Simon said. It’s too much, it’s just too much,” quoted Monno.
Abiga sighed. “Come now, it is time to eat supper.”
On the way to the dining room, Simon asked, “What will Tonna and Shanna eat? There is nobody out there to feed them.”
“There is a little tunnel going down to the stall and we put the food in a basket and we push it down the tunnel,” Abiga answered.
“So then Tonna and Shanna will get fed?” asked Simon again.
“Yes, they will. Now let’s go get seated so we may eat,” Abiga said.
They sat down at a table that had a blue tablecloth over it. It also had three candles on it. One candle was at one end of the table, one in the middle, and one near the other end.
“What is for supper tonight?” asked Abiga.
“Roasted crab tonight. And tomorrow morning you and your guests shall have oatmeal with camel milk over it,” the chef answered.
Then two of Abiga’s other chefs brought in a bit pot of roasted crab.
“It looks delicious, wouldn’t you say so?” Abiga said to Simon and Monno.
“Yes, it looks delicious, Sir Abiga. It looks like the best food I am ever going to taste in my whole life, Sir Abiga,” Simon answered.
“What about you, Monno,” Abiga asked. “Don’t you think it looks delicious and please don’t call me Sir Abiga, just Abiga.”
“Yes. It does look delicious, awfully delicious Sir Ab… I mean Abiga,” Monno answered in a shy voice.
“Then, let’s start eating now. You must be starved,” said Abiga.
“We are starved, Abiga,” said Simon and Monno together.
The started eating and Abiga said “What time do you want to leave tomorrow?”
“How about nine o’clock in the morning?” asked Simon.
“That’s fine. Let’s see… we’ll get up around seven o’clock and get dressed and eat breakfast. Tonna and Shanna will be fed and my guards will get the carriage ready. I’ll tell one of my messengers to ride over and tell the captain of the ship that we are coming. We will ride down to the dock, get on the ship and then it should be around nine o’clock. Can you be on time, Monno and Simon?” Abiga asked.
“Just fine, Abiga, just fine. We’ll be ready,” said Monno.
Simon paused and said “Yes, just fine Abiga, but I have one question to ask.”
“What is the question?” Abiga said gruffly.
“What time do you think we will get back to Manoose?” Simon asked.
“I don’t really know the answer to that question, Simon,” answered Abiga.
Then they went on eating. Night came and everyone went to bed, except for the guards, of course.
(to be continued)
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Ghosting is a common phenomenon that actually has it’s own word in the dictionary now. It has been alive for centuries and has developed into a cultural activity that is one of the stepping stones into the deterioration of humanity and social relationships. At the very least, it is when someone is too immature to let you know they are not interested in a relationship with you, so they just disappear.
I have read several articles and blogs about “Ghosting” and, essentially, nobody knows what do to about it or how to logically deal with it., but people are starting to open up about it. I read a blog written by a guy “In Defense of Ghosting Out of Relationships”. That explains part of it and is like saying “I am a total jerk and I know it’s not right to Ghost someone, but I don’t give a crap and I’m going to do it anyway”.
There are different levels and tiers of Ghosting ranging from a simple swipe on a dating site, blocking someone on social media, blowing someone off after a few dates, and yes, terminating a long-term relationship by simply disappearing. Ghosting is one of the most severe forms of the “silent treatment” and wreaks havoc on the mind’s ability to even process what happened. Anyone who has been Ghosted knows the effects on a person’s self-esteem, increasing self-doubt, obsessing, making excuses for the offender, and questioning every other relationship in their life, and sometimes… their mere existence.
After experiencing Ghosting myself, I read up on how to deal with it. I doubt that simply following a blog, text book or the advice of another person will make you feel better, but it will give you some ideas. The blogs that I read had similiar recommendations posted, like self-talk, get a hobby and spend time with friends.
Recovering from Ghosting is a journey that can only be undertaken by the person who has been Ghosted. I heard statements like: “just get over it”, “do what you have to do”,”why are you taking this so hard”, “are you okay”, “are you okay”, “are you okay”, “don’t feel bad, it happened to me too”. I know they meant well, but they had no clue how I truly felt.
If you have been ghosted, no matter what your situation, you know that it’s not easy to recreate a new reality. The old reality is gone, and it is unfair that you didn’t get to choose.
I am in the middle of the rough draft for my book, “A Shoebox House”. Last summer I experienced more than I ever wanted to with #Ghosting, #Catfishing, #Snapped, and other events that intertwined to make my online dating crusade… the perfect book material. Excerpts of my rough draft are posting on my Blog.
If you have been “Ghosted”, please feel free to share your experience…
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