394 - Bright with the Wish for Life

I let myself in to the loosebox and found that the horse was short-tied.  I hadn't noticed but he had to stretch to get his head out of the opening, the rope on his halter creaking.  He'd wanted to greet me that much.  The stableboy had gone somewhere which was all right with me.I let the horse loose and he put his head down on my shoulder and groaned.  He wasn't as well cared for as I would