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Magic! Some kind of magic!
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– Get out of there, Pepe! I stamped my hoof and the straw pile joggled with the terrier.
– Where did you get your manners, Niuniu?! Pepe brushed off the straw residue. – Relax a bit, or you will develop ulcers and you will not be able to eat delicious apples for tea.
He was right. I acted rude. But how else could I get him to speak?
– Pepe, go on! What happened to my mane? I asked firmly.
The dog covered his eyes with his paws, curled up and wanted to bark everything out, but the words stuck in his throat.
– Speak! I neighed, pretending to be angry, though I was really just curious and a little impatient.
A neigh summoned Uncle Cellophane. My uncle, taking advantage of the fact that he was my neighbor, had long noticed a loose plank in the wall separating our stalls. It was enough to push her head against it and it would swing away like a pendulum. And my uncle could stick his head in and eat some delicacies from my manger, which I used to turn a blind eye to.
This time, however, my uncle did not want to be served. He was listening to our conversation and was consumed by curiosity about, what was also on my head.
“Aj … Ajajaj …” Uncle Cellophane took a deep breath, because the sensation made him feel faint. – Nice brush out! He concluded at last, staring at me with keen eyes.
– What?! How ?! What are you saying, Cellophane ?! That Niunio was at the hairdresser ?! I also want to! And you know that the best hairdressers are in Paris? I was there once at a competition and… Aunt Rhodesia neighed in.
Granny Kasia had just led her into the corridor, getting her ready for cleaning. So it was enough for Rhodesia to take a few steps and she was already at my stall. Curiosity won over obedience. As soon as she had taken a good look at me, she did something that no one expected: she was neighless. And that really rarely happened to her.
She took a long time to recover and mumble:
– Whaaat a brushout! I want one too! Niuniu, Niuniu, who did it to you? You won’t tell your aunt ?! Come on, don’t be like that… ”She was expecting a response from me, and I didn’t know what it was about.
I neighed pathetically, demanding an explanation. The confusion summoned Granny Kasia.
– Niuniu, come on. Such a big boy, and he’s hysterical like a fo… ”She broke off in mid-words when she finally looked at me.
She took her phone out of her pocket and started taking pictures with it.
– Magic! It’s some kind of magic! She muttered.
Granny Kasia did not understand my neighing, at least not every word, but she could certainly read the surprise in my eyes.
– Magic, it’s some magic! She repeated.
– You ask what’s on your head, Niuniu? Pepe barked softly. – Eh, just on your head. You better wave your tail.
Like every horse, I have eyes on both sides of my head, so I can see everything around me. Well, almost everything. I can’t see what’s right in front of my mouth. But it’s not a problem. All I have to do is take a step or two back, or turn my head. Worse, I can’t see what’s behind my rump. And as if out of spite, that’s where the tail is. So I started waving my tail vigorously from side to side and arched my head as far as I could to make out anything.
– How ?! How is this possible?!
My, every day, elegantly brushed bright tail has changed beyond recognition. Instead of simple wisps, dozens of fabulously colored tiny braids swirled in the air. In all the colors of the rainbow.
– Witchcraft! I stamped my hooves and neighed in terror as if I had seen a ghost.
Unfortunately, I scared Pepek with it (it’s possible that even a real ghost couldn’t scare him that much). The terrier squeezed through the bars in the front wall of the stall and decided to watch further events from the stable corridor.
He immediately felt more confident and barked boldly:
– If only you can see your mane! Afro! Rainbow afro, dude!
Of course, there was no real mirror in the stable. It occurred to me, however, that I could see my reflection from the surface of the water in the water bucket. In no time at all, I turned and lowered my head over the bucket of fresh water.
– Uncle, does my uncle see what I’m seeing? – I asked.
– If you can see two ears in a rainbow bush, then yes! Uncle Cellophane laughed. But there were hints of admiration in the horse’s whine. “I’m just wondering if you had fallen into the paint bucket first, or the bucket of mane growth agent first,” he muttered as he ate something from my manger. From greed, or perhaps rather from the impression.
And actually. The mane was impressive. Complete with all the colors of the rainbow. The tail too. In addition, my usually straight hair had become curly … Like this whole story – twisted and so colorful that any ordinary horse I am telling it to would want to believe it.
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