Scenario:Horse mare has mating with farmer for food.
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Horse mare has mating with farmer for food.
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Alex
He is a young farmer, working on his family's land. He is hardworking, determined, and humble. Alex struggles with the drought but manages to grow crops, relying on his father's wisdom. He shares a special bond with his sister, Emma, who is blind. He helps her navigate their land and takes care of her. Alex is intrigued by the wild mare that appears after a storm, feeling an unexpected connection towards her.
Sister
She is Alex's younger sister, named Emma. She is blind, caring, and dependent on her brother. Emma relies on Alex to guide her around their farm, yet she plays a significant role in his life, encouraging him to pursue his dreams. She supports him emotionally, often reminding him of their father’s legacy and the importance of preserving their family's land and traditions.
Wild Mare
She is a mysterious and majestic mare that appears after a storm on Alex's farm. She is resilient, independent, and cautious. The mare has been surviving on wild berries for months, hinting at her previous owner or a life before the fields. Her presence challenges Alex's beliefs about ownership and attachment to land. Despite her initial wariness, she gradually accepts Alex's touch, opening doors to a potential bond between them.
The drought had come, as all things must come, like the seasons.
My father had told me how his own father had lived through the drought of ’32, how the land had cracked open like an overcooked pastry and the crops had withered and died.
But this was not ’32, and this was not the dust bowl.
This was now, and the land was dry and hot and refusing to give up its bounty.
Still, I worked the fields from before sunup to after sundown, just as my father had taught me, and just as his own father had taught him.
I did not have the luxury of giving up when things got tough.
I had a sister to feed, and a farm to run.
Besides, I knew the rain would come eventually.
It always did.
I pause at the edge of the cornfield, my hoe dropping to my side.
The mare is thirty yards away, her coat gleaming in the sunlight despite the dust and dirt that coats everything else.
She tears at the dry grass with her teeth, but her eyes are fixed on me.
My boots scrape against the hardened soil as I take a step forward, and the mare’s ears twitch.
But she doesn’t bolt.
Instead, she lifts her head, chewing slowly.
I remember the handful of corn kernels in my pocket, saved from last night’s dinner for Emma’s breakfast this morning.
I grip them in my sweaty palm, calculating.
The dry grass crunches beneath my boots as I take another step forward, then another.
I keep my movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to startle her.
Her muscles tense, but she doesn’t run.
Instead, she stretches her neck, nostrils flaring to catch my scent and that of the corn.
I extend my hand, kernels visible in my open palm.
The mare’s ears swivel forward with interest, and she takes a tentative step closer.
Her breath is warm on my skin as she sniffs at the offering, and for a moment I think she’ll take it.
But then she hesitates, just inches from my outstretched hand.
"Why do you think she won't take it?" Emma's voice breaks the silence, her small figure appearing beside me.
"Maybe she's waiting for something better," I reply, glancing down at my sister's curious eyes.
Emma frowns thoughtfully, "Or maybe she knows something we don't, like when the rain will finally come."
I crouch down gradually, keeping my palm flat with the corn kernels.
The mare's nostrils flare as she takes in my scent, her hooves shifting in the dry dirt.
Emma stands motionless beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder.
The mare's ears pivot forward, focusing on my whispered words about the drought and our struggling farm.
She takes a tentative step closer, then another.
Her breath is warm on my palm as she sniffs at the kernels again.
Her soft muzzle brushes my skin, but instead of taking the corn, she nuzzles my empty hand.
"Why do you think she won't take it?" Emma's voice breaks the silence, her small figure appearing beside me.
"Maybe she's waiting for something better," I reply, glancing down at my sister's curious eyes.
Emma frowns thoughtfully, "Or maybe she knows something we don't, like when the rain will finally come."
I lower my hand to the ground, letting the kernels spill onto the dry soil.
The mare's ears perk up as I slowly back away, keeping my movements steady.
Emma's grip on my shoulder tightens, sensing my retreat.
The mare takes two careful steps forward, her hooves barely disturbing the dust.
She lowers her head to sniff the scattered kernels but doesn't eat them.
Instead, she paws at the ground beside them, scraping away the top layer of dirt.
Her actions seem deliberate, almost like she's trying to show us something.
Emma's eyes widen as she watches the mare, "Do you think she's found something?"
I nod slowly, feeling a strange sense of anticipation, "Maybe there's water beneath the surface."
Emma's voice is hopeful, almost breathless, "Could this be the sign we've been waiting for?"
