It was the list month of the last year of high school that I met Peter; we seemed to hit it off and soon after we met. He was fun, full of life, and it got so I spent most of my spare time hanging around with him.
That summer when school was behind us, we were planning to spend the summer at his parent’s cottage, “it will be just the two of us,” he told me. On the way, he suggested we look at this place he was told about, as he knows I have always wanted to try horses riding, and never had the opportunity, “you probably get to ride a horse like you always wanted,” he told me.
“From what I understand, they need volunteers at the farm, to try something new, it’s free room and board, they just ask anyone have an open mind.”
“As long as It involved horses, I’m all for it,” I told him.
He used his cell called that place told then there is two of us that would like to volunteer, “Good we should be there in three or four hours,” he said on the cell, then to me, “it’s all set, I think we have a good time and have some fun.” After three hours of driving, I was all ready to turn around a go home, “we are almost there,” he kept telling me, after another 30 minutes came to a dirt road, with a gate across the entrance, with a big sign saying private property. “Go open the gate,” my friend told me.
“It says, private property,” I told him.
“I know the one I spoke to told me it is okay, as they will be expecting us, just make sure we close it afterwards,” he said, it was another hour and a half, until was came to a second gate, after another call the gate opened automatically, it was still another hour before we come to an opening with a farmhouse, and sables, by this time it was late afternoon.
This man came out of the house, greeting us, “one of you must be Peter,” he said. Peter told him we were ready and willing to work for him, “come on then let’s get you set up, I know you will find it rewarding.”
“We are free for the next few days more if needed,” my friend told him.
“Good follow me in your car, we have another area that is all set up,” We followed that man past this house through another gate after another ten minutes he pulled up beside another barn, “Leave your car here and follow me,” he told us.
We followed him thought a door into what looked like in was full of horse tackle, (that what I thought at first,) “you two go in that over there and strip,” he told us, Ponting to an area that had a curtain across it, I found that strange, but follow my friend and he started undressing right away, I was a little reluctant to do so.
“I wonder why we need to undress,” I asked my friend.
“Probable he had coveralls for us to change into, but I’m leaving my underwear on,” he told me, when we came out from behind that curtain in just our underwear, (plus we had our shoes and socks on,) coming out for behind the curtain there was two women waiting for us.
“You look like a small will fit you just fine,” one woman told me, “Let’s try this one on you,” she pulled some sort on leather glove up my arm it came almost to my elbows, she made some adjustments to make it snig, to my arm, all my finger was bunched together, with my thumb separate it reminded me of a mitten, but this was made from hard leather plus my hand locked in a claw position, on top of that I was unable to move my wrist.
“How am I supposed to do anything with this on my hand,’ I asked.
“Don’t worry you have lots to do,” I was told, after I had one on the other hand.
“This don’t make sense,” I told her.
“We not going to work with horse’s we going to be one,” my friand call out to me, looking over I see he also had the same kind of gloves on, plus he was getting some strange looking boots on.
“I don’t think I want to do this,” I told him.
“Come on it will be an experience you never forget, anyway I’m going to do it, and you have no way back without me,” Peter call to me. Now I am thinking it’s no harm trying, I’ve never done anything like this before, so why not.
“Let get these on you,” she was holding what looked like leather boots with hooves on the bottom, I sat down as she removed my shoes and socks putting the boots on me.
They came almost up to my knees and the hill was a few inches higher that the ball of my foot, like the gloves on my wrist I was unable move my ankles, but I must admit they were extremely comfortable even without socks on, “it will take you awhile to get use to them, but once you do you will have no problem,” the one putting them boots on me said.
Now I’m thinking this is not a good idea as I will not be able to get them off me without help, “I don’t think I want to do this,” I told her.
“Just give it a chance, you never know, you may want to stay longer.” she told me, as she help my onto my feet, she had to hold me up and walked me around the room, I see my friend walking around, but did not seem to have the same problem as me, after we was walked around the inside of the barn, a few times, I see him being taken outside by the other woman, it was about 15 minute later that same woman came back in saying “Stall number five is already for him.”
“OK, we be right behind you,” the one with me told her.
Now I’m a little hesitant about going outside with just underwear on, but she assured me I will be alright, I let her help me outside to this Barn, inside was a man who led us to what looked like a small horse stall, it had straw on the ground, “I hope you’re not expecting me to stay in here,” I told him, I no sooner said that when the both of them pulled my arms behind me, somehow locking them together, “what the hell are you doing, let me free I’m not doing this anymore,” I practically jelled at them.
They both let go of me, now I’m struggling to free my arms at the same time doing my best not to full over.
“You may as well eat before the vet gets here” I was told,
“Vet, I’m not an animal, I do not want to do this anymore.”
“Well, you here now,” she said as they both left, closing the door behind them, I tried to stop them leaving but I almost fell with them boots on me. I finally made it to the door, finding it locked, I started yelling for them to let me out, I was going to kick the door, but I was too wobbly on my feet. It was only a short time before they returned, one had this leather thing in his hand
“No, I’m not doing this, just let me go.”
“You did agree, and we call the vet just for you, so let’s get this on you before he get here.
