TFA Sara's dairy part 5

TFA Sara's dairy part 5


TFA Sara's dairy part 5
May 21 20**
“Winter getting’ colder, summer getting’ warmer
Tidal wave coming’ cross the Mexican border.
Why buy a gallon, it’s cheaper by the barrel.
Just don’t get busted singing’ Christmas carols.”

I had the radio on in the stables.
It is “clean the horse’s hoofs and giving them new shoes day.”  At the ranch.
Prowl woke up and saw me cleaning and changing the shoes on the horses.
I was almost done. I was finishing up on Reaper.
I looked up to check on Prowl and saw him watching me.

“That’s us that are right Gota love this American Ride!
Both ends of the ozone burning’ funny how the world keeps turning.
Look ma, no hands, I love….this American Ride!
Got love this American Ride!”

He tried to get up, but I pointed the hamster a him.
“Don’t do it, son.” I told him.
Prowl is getting better. But I wanted him to rest.
Prowl layer back down and put his servos blind his head.
I told Prowl that some of the chores can wait.
“Is that wise?” Prowl asked me.
“Prowl, checking the bear traps DAILY, come on!” I told him.
Prowl gave me a look.
“Sara.”
“Say it to the Horse Girl in charge!” I told him and pointed the hoof cleaner picker at him. “I got things under control!”
“You need anything?” I asked Prowl.
“No, I am good.” Prowl told me.

“Momma gets her rocks off watching’ Desperate Housewives.
Daddy works his (_____) of paying’ for the good life.
Kids on the You Tube learning’ how to be cool
Living’ in a cruel world,
Pays to be a mean girl.”

I finished up with Reaper.
I put him back into his stall. I gave him a sugar
“Good boy!” I told him.
I walked over to Prowl, and I stood there.
“May you please watch the horses for a minuet? I need to get something from my room.”
“Sure.” Prowl told me.
I rush in the house and up the stairs to my room.
I grabbed my backpack and went over to my desk and grabbed my homeschooling books, and grabbed my pencils and pens.
I grabbed my art pad with color markers and stuff it in the backpack.
I run in to the stables, with the backpack and a cooler with food and drinks.
“Are we storing food for the winter?” Prowl asked me as I rush in.
“No,”
“When what?” Prowl asked me.
I turn to leave the stables, “try to guess.”

That’s us that are right!
Gota love this American Ride!
Both ends of the ozone burning’ funny how the world keeps turning.
Look ma, no hands I love…..this American Ride!
Gota love this American Ride!

I came back in with more bags and stuff.
Prowl looked at me.
“Is there an endemic?” Prowl asked me.
“No, guess again!”
I turn to leave the stables.

“Poor little info-Miss America’s down she gained 5 pounds and lost her crown….”

I came back with MORE stuff.
Prowl optics got huge!
“Are the British coming?” Prowl asked me.
I notice that Prowl was holding one of my Homeschooling books.
“No, are you reading my “American History” book?” I asked him.
“Yes.”
“I got an ‘Art of War’ in the backpack.” I told him. As I left again.

“Plasma getting’ bigger-
Jesus getting’ smaller
Spill a cup of coffee-
Make a million dollars.
Customs caught a thug
With an aerosol can
If the shoe doesn’t fit…..
The fits gonna hit the shin!”

I came back with pillows and covers.
Prowl was too busy reading ‘Art of War’.
I trend and left, as I was walking back to the house,
“Oh, Pillows!” Prowl exclaimed.

“That’s us! That’s right!
Gota love this American ride!
Both ends of the ozone burning’ funny how the world keeps turning!”
I locked the house up and came back to the stables.
Prowl looked up in time to see me come in with… “NO!”
“I love this…….this American Ride!”
“What? It is called a ‘scythe!’” I told him.
Prowl looked at me then looked at all the stuff I brought in.
“Camping?” Prowl asked.
“Brilliant Homes!” I told him.
“Gota love this American Ride!”


End
Sara




May 22 20**
“Did you do Demon yet?” Prowl asked me.
“I am going to do her now.” I told him.
I walked up to Demon.
She started to scream and kick.
“Ich bin in der Steuerung! Dämon!”  (I am in control! Demon!)  yes, I told her in German.
She stopped a little bit, but she continues to kick and snort.
“Stoppen tretend und aufhören zu schreien, Dämon!” (Stop kicking and stop screaming, Demon!)
And it work!
She stopped screaming and kicking!
I showed her a sugar calb. “Wenn Sie sich verhalten, erhalten Sie ein Leckerli!” (If you behave, you will get a treat!)

She nodded her head. “gut, Mädchen! Dämon!” (Good, Girl! Demon!) I gave her a sugar square.

“Wow! You are in control!” Prowl told me from cross the stables.

I turned to Prowl “Danke, Prowl!” (Thank you, Prowl!)

As I clean her hoofs, I talke to her.
“das ist ein gutes Mädchen! Dämon!” (that's a good girl! Demon!)
“Das ist nicht so schlimm, ist es nicht? Dämon?” (That's not so bad, is it not? Demon?)
gut, gut, gut! Mädchen!” (good, good, good! girl!)

“Sie drüben in Ordnung, Prowl?” I asked him.
“what?” Prowl asked me.
“I said ‘you alright over there, Prowl?’” I asked him.
“ja, danke!” Prowl told me. (yes, thank you!)
“guten Tag Sara und Prowl! (good day Sara, and Prowl!) Said a voice.
I looked up.  “Grandmother? Grandfather?”
“Oh my! He must be your ‘guardian angel’ Sara!” my grandmother exclaimed, she was looking at Prowl.
“So he is not a one of your imagery friends after all!” my grandfather told me with a smile.
“YOU TWO KNOW ALL THIS TIME!?!?!?” Prowl and I yelled at my grandparents.
“Big area + small number of people = the word travels fast and we hear it. AND we know about the shotgun.” My grandfather told me.
“Sir, madam, the neighbors were here, three boys they started to throw rocks at the house, and Sara felt threatened and….”  Prowl toke a deep breath, “I helped her scare off the boys, and I fix up the house,
I helped her with the chores, one of the horses escaped and we chase it, we caught it. I got hurt, Sara saves me…” Prowl looked at my grandparents. “I was afraid to show my self. I was afraid I will never see Sara again, I was afraid if you saw me, you won’t welcome me here.”
It was quiet,
“I am sorry.” Prowl said. He hanged his head.
My grandfather walked up to Prowl and put his hand on one of Prowl’s.
“Any Guardian Angel of my Granddaughter, is welcome here wilth open arms.”
Prowl looked at him.
My grandfather smiled “you have my word.”
And at this Prowl smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”

End
Sara

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Sara and the ranch belongs to me.
“American Ride” belongs to toby keth.