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Shiny painted wood and wavy, sculpted mane
Transluscent green eyes
The envy of the young she would garner, as the children raced to claim her first
She relished their attention and polished, smiling faces
Their laughter was soul- nurturing and was all the filly needed
Round and round on the carousel was her life
Never moving from her fixed point, and yet ever in motion
As the years past, she longed to see beyond the tents, lights, and other rides into the places amongst the dark forests
Eventually, her paint started wear and fade on her rounded edges
The lights illuminating her from above began to yellow or go dark
The young riders became more sparse and eventually all infatuation in her and the ride ceased completely
The carousel was disassembled and crated
The once jewel of the herd found herself in darkness for many years
Eventually she was removed from the crate as vendors from other fairs looked upon her, however she remained in the warehouse for many decades
One day a distant light moved closer towards her in the dark, vastness of the building
She was carried out into the cool air and blue skies, as the dust and cobwebs were wiped away
A man loaded the mare onto a truck
The country scenery flew past her in a blur and she relished the wind and the freedom she hadn't felt for many years
The forward motion was something the mare had never experienced on the carousel
The smiling man with grey hair and greenish brown eyes unloaded her
He set to work stripping off her old finish and repainting her.
The brass pole behind her mane was refinished to a lustrous shine
The mare was restored to her former glory
A younger man approached from behind and asked the older man why he had taken on such a project
The older man replied, "When I was a child many years ago, I always loved the carousel. This particular horse was always my favorite! I have so many fond memories of seeing my mother smiling at me as I went 'round and 'round. The last night she was alive before the accident, I had been on this very one, so you can see why it will always remain special to me."
The younger man's face softened as he looked to the floor of the workshop and smiled
From then on the mare was displayed in a prized location in the older man's home
The mare had mattered to a small boy...never to be forgotten...