Post by thunderhorsestable on Mar 11, 2009 20:34:56 GMT
I thought this board looked a bit empty, so here's some filling ;D Sorry it's not Magpie
“Eddington, give me that back right now!”
The Doctor tussled with the German Shepherd in the darkening dusk, trying to retrieve the metal device from his hard clamped jaws.
“You cannot eat my sonic screwdriver, it’ll do your innards no good, and it might bzzt you on its way out!” He pulled harder on Eddington’s cheeks, trying to tickle his mouth open and the screwdriver to fall on the floor.
Footsteps echoed around the yard, but too engrossed in the wrestling, the Doctor didn’t notice. “Give it BACK!”
“Hmm, nice rear-end” commented Miss Jones dryly from the other end of the yard.
The Doctor straightened up immediately, surprising Eddington who dropped the screwdriver in reflex.
The Doctor grabbed it before Eddington had even shut his mouth!
Wiping dog drool on his leg, The Doctor asked Miss Jones to what he owed this honour of her visiting.
She flicked her hair annoyingly and told him to wait there while she went to get him.
“Him?” pondered The Doctor curiously. ‘Maybe she’s gone and got a boyfriend and will actually leave me alone now! Actually, maybe not, I may be 903 but I still have it ya know’ He ran a hand through his dark hair cheekily and winked at the dog. Eddington rolled his eyes and went to sulk under the desk in the office.
Chris wondered over, mumbling about why he had to do flipping everything around these parts. “15 horses, well, 16 if Maddie manages to get this livery, and just me. Oh well that’s just fantastic isn’t it.” He groaned looking down the yard to where Miss Jones was coming back. “17.”
Onto the yard clopped Miss Jones leading a very large black and white horse dressed head to hoof in florescent green! He was mumbling to himself and looking about animatedly taking in his new surroundings. “He’s very nice” admired Chris, “but you can’t take him back can you, I don’t think I can cope with any more feed bowls to clean!”
Miss Jones ignored his mumblings and stripped off the dazzling rug revealing a black horse with white markings dripping up his sides. “Meet Jake the Finnish Draft Horse” she grinned!
Even The Doctor admitted to being smitten by the pink and black muzzle and rubbed it amicably. “I got him from a dealer who said he was going to become dog food if no one bought him soon, something about a couple of health issues.”
“Like what?!” Chris asked anxiously, worried that his workload had just increased exponentially.
“Erm…” Miss Jones blushed and looked down, “I didn’t ask…”
“You didn’t...!” Chris spluttered and gaped at her “You didn’t….” he took a deep breath. “Let’s introduce him to these folks then, if he’s becoming a permanent resident.”
Johnny took an instant shine to Jake; they were of similar build and immediately got on. Jesse and Jazz looked at each other warily; maybe they weren’t so immune from trouble any more.
Miss Jones let go of Jake’s leadrope and he wondered around the yard happily chuntering to himself and swishing his tail. He sniffed at everything.
As he made towards the tack room, Miss Jones called over to him; “Jake, come back here boy!” but there was no response and Jake trotted off in the direction of the yard outskirts.
“Selective hearing by the looks of it, not the first.” Chris pointed out, looking meaningfully at Johnny.
“JAAAKE!”
Still no response.
“I’ll go then” The Doctor finally said pointedly and ran after him.
Having successfully retrieved the run-away horse from where he’d been munching at the newly planted flower beds, The Doctor dragged him back to the yard. “You could have picked a better behaved example.” grumbled Chris bad-temperedly.
The Doctor had a sudden thought. It happened a lot.
“Chriis, you know how white cats and Dalmatians often experience congenital deafness.”
“Mmm… I don’t like where this is heading…”
“It’s because of an absence of melanocytes in the inner ear which lead to death of the hair cells, necessary for perceiving sound.”
Chris nodded knowledgably, his brain scrambling wildly.
“But Jake doesn’t have white ears?” he pointed out.
“The presence of pigment around the outside of the does not necessarily mean a presence of that necessary pigment in the inner ear.”
“I see…”
Miss Jones looked confused. “So I bought a deaf horse?”
“Only one way to find out!”
Spinning Jake round on the spot, The Doctor plied him with gentle, relaxing nose-scratching, while Chris and Miss Jones fetched a feedbowl.
Miss Jones clapped and called his name while Chris rattled the feedbowl noisily.
Johnny, Jesse and Jazz cowered back into their stalls at the din, even though it sounded a lot like food.
Jake merely wiped horse-snot on The Doctor’s sleeve and didn’t even blink.
“I think we have our answer! Well, I suppose it explains why he seems to be talking to himself as well. It's like when deaf people talk really loudly because they can't hear their own voice, he must be thinking aloud loudly!”
“And that’s the end of that debacle!” Chris exclaimed returning the feedbowl to Jazz and collecting up the spilt pony cubes. He strolled off thinking about all the excess cleaning, feed and now training a deaf horse would need and shuddering at the thought of so much work.
The Doctor, Miss Jones and Jake were left on the yard.
“I’ll go and get some shavings to put down for him.” The Doctor called as he headed to the stock room. Jake was sniffing at Jazz interestedly, his tail still flicking manically.
As the sun finally sank below the horizon, Miss Jones called out “I expect we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other now I have another horse to train?”
The Doctor smiled emptiliy at her and ground his teeth “Not if I can help it” he muttered and disappeared.
“Eddington, give me that back right now!”
The Doctor tussled with the German Shepherd in the darkening dusk, trying to retrieve the metal device from his hard clamped jaws.
“You cannot eat my sonic screwdriver, it’ll do your innards no good, and it might bzzt you on its way out!” He pulled harder on Eddington’s cheeks, trying to tickle his mouth open and the screwdriver to fall on the floor.
Footsteps echoed around the yard, but too engrossed in the wrestling, the Doctor didn’t notice. “Give it BACK!”
“Hmm, nice rear-end” commented Miss Jones dryly from the other end of the yard.
The Doctor straightened up immediately, surprising Eddington who dropped the screwdriver in reflex.
The Doctor grabbed it before Eddington had even shut his mouth!
Wiping dog drool on his leg, The Doctor asked Miss Jones to what he owed this honour of her visiting.
She flicked her hair annoyingly and told him to wait there while she went to get him.
“Him?” pondered The Doctor curiously. ‘Maybe she’s gone and got a boyfriend and will actually leave me alone now! Actually, maybe not, I may be 903 but I still have it ya know’ He ran a hand through his dark hair cheekily and winked at the dog. Eddington rolled his eyes and went to sulk under the desk in the office.
Chris wondered over, mumbling about why he had to do flipping everything around these parts. “15 horses, well, 16 if Maddie manages to get this livery, and just me. Oh well that’s just fantastic isn’t it.” He groaned looking down the yard to where Miss Jones was coming back. “17.”
Onto the yard clopped Miss Jones leading a very large black and white horse dressed head to hoof in florescent green! He was mumbling to himself and looking about animatedly taking in his new surroundings. “He’s very nice” admired Chris, “but you can’t take him back can you, I don’t think I can cope with any more feed bowls to clean!”
Miss Jones ignored his mumblings and stripped off the dazzling rug revealing a black horse with white markings dripping up his sides. “Meet Jake the Finnish Draft Horse” she grinned!
Even The Doctor admitted to being smitten by the pink and black muzzle and rubbed it amicably. “I got him from a dealer who said he was going to become dog food if no one bought him soon, something about a couple of health issues.”
“Like what?!” Chris asked anxiously, worried that his workload had just increased exponentially.
“Erm…” Miss Jones blushed and looked down, “I didn’t ask…”
“You didn’t...!” Chris spluttered and gaped at her “You didn’t….” he took a deep breath. “Let’s introduce him to these folks then, if he’s becoming a permanent resident.”
Johnny took an instant shine to Jake; they were of similar build and immediately got on. Jesse and Jazz looked at each other warily; maybe they weren’t so immune from trouble any more.
Miss Jones let go of Jake’s leadrope and he wondered around the yard happily chuntering to himself and swishing his tail. He sniffed at everything.
As he made towards the tack room, Miss Jones called over to him; “Jake, come back here boy!” but there was no response and Jake trotted off in the direction of the yard outskirts.
“Selective hearing by the looks of it, not the first.” Chris pointed out, looking meaningfully at Johnny.
“JAAAKE!”
Still no response.
“I’ll go then” The Doctor finally said pointedly and ran after him.
Having successfully retrieved the run-away horse from where he’d been munching at the newly planted flower beds, The Doctor dragged him back to the yard. “You could have picked a better behaved example.” grumbled Chris bad-temperedly.
The Doctor had a sudden thought. It happened a lot.
“Chriis, you know how white cats and Dalmatians often experience congenital deafness.”
“Mmm… I don’t like where this is heading…”
“It’s because of an absence of melanocytes in the inner ear which lead to death of the hair cells, necessary for perceiving sound.”
Chris nodded knowledgably, his brain scrambling wildly.
“But Jake doesn’t have white ears?” he pointed out.
“The presence of pigment around the outside of the does not necessarily mean a presence of that necessary pigment in the inner ear.”
“I see…”
Miss Jones looked confused. “So I bought a deaf horse?”
“Only one way to find out!”
Spinning Jake round on the spot, The Doctor plied him with gentle, relaxing nose-scratching, while Chris and Miss Jones fetched a feedbowl.
Miss Jones clapped and called his name while Chris rattled the feedbowl noisily.
Johnny, Jesse and Jazz cowered back into their stalls at the din, even though it sounded a lot like food.
Jake merely wiped horse-snot on The Doctor’s sleeve and didn’t even blink.
“I think we have our answer! Well, I suppose it explains why he seems to be talking to himself as well. It's like when deaf people talk really loudly because they can't hear their own voice, he must be thinking aloud loudly!”
“And that’s the end of that debacle!” Chris exclaimed returning the feedbowl to Jazz and collecting up the spilt pony cubes. He strolled off thinking about all the excess cleaning, feed and now training a deaf horse would need and shuddering at the thought of so much work.
The Doctor, Miss Jones and Jake were left on the yard.
“I’ll go and get some shavings to put down for him.” The Doctor called as he headed to the stock room. Jake was sniffing at Jazz interestedly, his tail still flicking manically.
As the sun finally sank below the horizon, Miss Jones called out “I expect we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other now I have another horse to train?”
The Doctor smiled emptiliy at her and ground his teeth “Not if I can help it” he muttered and disappeared.
