The Hippophile
written by ⧫︎Lydia Goldstein⧫︎
Okay, the first thing you're probably thinking is, "What is a hippophile?" Well, I can tell you, of course. A hippophile means a horse lover, look it up for yourself. Anyway, I'm not going to tell you about the story - read and find out! Thanks - btw, if anyone likes my book, it would be a pleasure for you to say, because I love your feedback! Thanks again!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
7
Reads
407
The Farm
Chapter 4
Mr. Thornley and Freya soon reached the farm. Freya glanced anxiously out of the truck window. The farm house looked nice and there was a big barn not far from it. Sheep grazed in the fields and Freya heard a cow moo. This farm did look nice, but Freya was nervous.
"Come on, Freya, let's get out of this hot truck," said Mr. Thornley.
Freya nodded.
"Well, you go inside - I'll be in there in a minute," said Mr. Thornley.
"Okay, sir," stuttered Freya.
Mr. Thornley laughed. "Don't call me sir, call me Timothy, or Tim for short."
"Okay, sir - I mean Tim." Freya even giggled a bit. The front door was wide open, so Freya walked in. It was a nice house. Red mats with patterns on them were covering the floor, and pretty vases were on desks. The house was very clean. There was a cellar, too.
Freya came across Mrs. Thornley in the kitchen. She looked up frowning at first, then her face stretched into a wide smile. "Hello dear, you must be Freya, right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Thornley," said Freya, smiling back at her.
"Well, my dear you may read books -" she pointed to a book shelf which was piled with them - "Or you can explore the farm, and do anything you want, I suppose!"
"Thank you," said Freya. "I think I'll explore the farm. So she went back outside and said to Tim, "Uh, Tim, Mrs. Thornley said I may explore the farm."
"Yeah, do," said Tim, "and my wife's name is Frances, by the way."
Freya decided to go into the barn. Cautiously she peeked into it and saw two cows two brown horses and....... Alezan.
Freya gasped. It was definitely Alezan. He had the same colour and the deep dark eyes were the same. Freya briskly but quietly moved towards Alezan. She held out her hand and Alezan immediately came forward and nuzzled it. He remembered Freya, she knew it.
Just then a boy entered the barn. He looked surprised to see Freya and said rudely, "Who are you?"
"Freya Goldworth," said Freya promptly. "And you?"
The boy looked a little embarrassed. "Er, James - James Hoult."
"Oh, so you're not the Thornley's son?"
"Uh, no. I just come round here often to see the animals."
"I see," said Freya, then she began to pat Alezan.
"That's Blaze," said James.
"Blaze? Oh well, I called him Alezan before I came here. You see, I used to live at a orphanage, and I met Alezan at a pasture not far from the orphanage."
"I see," said James. He came forward to pet Alezan too. "Alezan's a nice name. Do you know what it means?"
"It means chestnut, and Alezan's close to that colour."
James nodded. For a while they just both petted Alezan until Tim came in.
"Lunch is ready," he said. "Ah -" noticing James - "So you've met James?"
"Yes." Freya nodded.
Tim smiled and beckoned for them to come out.
It was very sunny out there and Freya sweated in her thick coat.
Soon they were all seated at the table inside, James too. He had been allowed to stay there for lunch. It was a wonderful lunch. There had been fresh sandwiches with jam inside them, and delicious soup, also the most wonderful biscuits that Mrs. Thornley had baked. It was a wonderful afternoon.
"Come on, Freya, let's get out of this hot truck," said Mr. Thornley.
Freya nodded.
"Well, you go inside - I'll be in there in a minute," said Mr. Thornley.
"Okay, sir," stuttered Freya.
Mr. Thornley laughed. "Don't call me sir, call me Timothy, or Tim for short."
"Okay, sir - I mean Tim." Freya even giggled a bit. The front door was wide open, so Freya walked in. It was a nice house. Red mats with patterns on them were covering the floor, and pretty vases were on desks. The house was very clean. There was a cellar, too.
Freya came across Mrs. Thornley in the kitchen. She looked up frowning at first, then her face stretched into a wide smile. "Hello dear, you must be Freya, right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Thornley," said Freya, smiling back at her.
"Well, my dear you may read books -" she pointed to a book shelf which was piled with them - "Or you can explore the farm, and do anything you want, I suppose!"
"Thank you," said Freya. "I think I'll explore the farm. So she went back outside and said to Tim, "Uh, Tim, Mrs. Thornley said I may explore the farm."
"Yeah, do," said Tim, "and my wife's name is Frances, by the way."
Freya decided to go into the barn. Cautiously she peeked into it and saw two cows two brown horses and....... Alezan.
Freya gasped. It was definitely Alezan. He had the same colour and the deep dark eyes were the same. Freya briskly but quietly moved towards Alezan. She held out her hand and Alezan immediately came forward and nuzzled it. He remembered Freya, she knew it.
Just then a boy entered the barn. He looked surprised to see Freya and said rudely, "Who are you?"
"Freya Goldworth," said Freya promptly. "And you?"
The boy looked a little embarrassed. "Er, James - James Hoult."
"Oh, so you're not the Thornley's son?"
"Uh, no. I just come round here often to see the animals."
"I see," said Freya, then she began to pat Alezan.
"That's Blaze," said James.
"Blaze? Oh well, I called him Alezan before I came here. You see, I used to live at a orphanage, and I met Alezan at a pasture not far from the orphanage."
"I see," said James. He came forward to pet Alezan too. "Alezan's a nice name. Do you know what it means?"
"It means chestnut, and Alezan's close to that colour."
James nodded. For a while they just both petted Alezan until Tim came in.
"Lunch is ready," he said. "Ah -" noticing James - "So you've met James?"
"Yes." Freya nodded.
Tim smiled and beckoned for them to come out.
It was very sunny out there and Freya sweated in her thick coat.
Soon they were all seated at the table inside, James too. He had been allowed to stay there for lunch. It was a wonderful lunch. There had been fresh sandwiches with jam inside them, and delicious soup, also the most wonderful biscuits that Mrs. Thornley had baked. It was a wonderful afternoon.
