HOPBROOK HORSE FARM
by
David Truskoff
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I was holding her head and the vet was working feverishly when we heard the kids singing about a mile away heading toward the barn.
“Yahoo,” the vet shouted in a most unprofessional manner when he, at last, got the colt free. “It’s OK Momma, It’s OK,” he kept saying as he cleaned the new wriggling black and white foal. “He’s small, almost two weeks early, but he’s O.K. Momma. He is beautiful. He is just beautiful.”
I must have looked like a mad man to the vet because I raced outside and drove the horse van around to the back and into the barn. Then I frantically started gathering up things that club members left and brought them into the tack room. Parents started to arrive in their cars and many wanted to wait in the barn, but I asked them all to wait in their cars. I don’t know what they thought. I was perspiring. I was exhausted and I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried, get that dumb grin off of my face.
The kids all yelled one last version of Jingle Bells before piling off of the wagon. Oh, how I wanted to tell them all about Paco, but I didn’t. I didn’t even let Cathy and Dori, David and Nancy into the barn until all the cars had left. Then Dori noticed for the first time the vet’s car there and she raced into the barn. Her screaming brought Cathy and the others on the run.