Jealousy and Bison Poo

THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE FOUL LANGUAGE OR OTHER QUESTIONABLE SOCIALLY RELATED THINGS IN THIS WRITING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 8D

EPISODE 20

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I am in love with my Sketchery Bison X3 Yes, all oddities in colouring and outside the line stuff was deliberate. 8D MY FIRST BISON! Woot!

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Harry was...jealous. He didn't admit that often, simply because he really didn't have a lot to be jealous over. He had a good life here, with plenty of food, spending money, a place to sleep...even friends, which he had obviously had problems keeping before. If you were constantly in trouble, half the time it was the friends leading him back to THAT life.

Now, the green eyes boy glances through his shock of bangs around the room. Each person here he could call his friend. The class was only half full, such was the deal that the farm had struck with the private academy situated on the country estate in rural Alberta. They paid enough alone to keep the school in supplies and jobs just so that their jockey trainees had private tutelage under the best.

Harry thought it was kind of prissy, actually. The kids that they ran into in the halls were the pampered spawn of the elite. Oil rich families, or old money imported from the States, they ran the gamut. Not that Harry had much to do with them. The Jockey Kids, as the rest of the school called them, were ignored, and snubbed, generally segregated from the rest of them by virtue of different classes. Most of his group didn't have the cash to be able to wear the four hundred dollar shoes, the swanky slacks, or the extremely expensive ties that the boys were required to wear. Not that they HAD to purchase them, the school supplied a perfectly acceptable and affordable uniform, which all of the Jockey Kids currently had on.

Not that Mia, Fanny, Inga, Melody, and Jillian really appreciated having to wear a black pleated skirt, clunky shoes, and knee high socks, with a white long sleeved shirt, and grey vest. Nor did Gregory, Rais, Alex, Jamie (Short for Jamarion), Kevin, Andre or himself appreciate the white shirt, tie, grey vest, and black slacks with square toed dress shoes THEY had to wear. Though, it was part of the contract. Part of being in the jockey program was going to school where the school had arranged for them to go. That had originally been a local public school, but as the numbers grew (Melody, Jillian, Jamie, Kevin, and Andre were all relatively new arrivals), the call for a higher level of education was brought up.

So were the rates though. The wealthier of the group, those with parents that could afford the program fees did so knowing that half went to educating their children. When they had found out that the school was a public one, numerous meetings had been called...and...well...things had changed. Jeremy had nearly purchased the private school out from underneath the previous owner, and had raised the rates for the program. People like Fanny's parents, Greg, Inga, Mia, Mel, Kevin and Andre didn't bat an eyelid. They would be charged twice what they were paying to send their kid to a private school. Harry, Rais, Jamie, Jill and Alex were all charity cases. Rais and Alex were both imports from out east, Boston or thereabouts. Jamie, and Jill were from the south, one from Argentina, and one from California. Harry of course, well, almost everyone knew his sob story by now. Of the four other than him, the families had barely been able to afford sending their kids, but once they knew that the whole thing would be covered, and that their children, if they didn't make it in the 'horse biz', would be sent on to university? Harry knew through the grape vine that the tiny woman from a village near their farm in Argentina had actually flown up here to thank Jeremy, bringing with her half her family, and all of Jamie's three siblings. The man had even paid for them to have a holiday in Canada.

He had to give it to the bastard. He knew how to be a stand up dude. That was as much grudging respect that was going to be pulled from Harry over his 'overlord.'

Green eyes flicker towards the object of his...what WOULD it be? Desire, Love? Lust? The black haired girl with her face turned down towards his book had been in his sights since the day he'd first seen her. She was hot. It was that simple. Though, skinny like most of them, and smallish, she was still perfectly proportioned, and man, he could ride behind her all day.

She was the object of his jealousy...and the certain rumors that had been confirmed only highlighted that. The love of his life was...well...had been found in the bed of that Craig. The White Knight that stuffed his interfering nose into places it wasn't wanted. He could go on with examples, but the fact that Craig had HIS Fanny in his bed was something Harry couldn't excuse. He would pay for it...Harry knew that, he just didn't know how. He WOULD pay.

A long sigh echoing from the folded arms of his nearest neighbor breaks Harry from his dark musings, and he shares a grin with Gregory, the ginger kid from Calgary, had been staring at the exact same girl he had. He didn't know a single boy in the class that didn't have a bit of a crush on the slender girl from back east. If they hadn't at first, they just needed to wait and watch her way with the horses to develop an admiration.

Both of them nearly jump from their skin as the strident bell sounds the end of the day. Glaring at the round of metal on the wall, Harry gathers his books, tosses his backpack over one arm and heads out. Collecting his coat and rubber overshoes, he slogs across the liquid yard, the bright orange and blue bus squatting on the curb like some colourful toad would transport them back to the farm. Once there...well...that was when the real schooling starts.

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At some point in time, his coat joined the scarf on the fencepost, and the sweat staining his shirt froze slightly when he paused in his work. What work it was...grunting, he hefts the shovel again, sending another scoop of bison shit over onto the wheel barrow. Somewhere over in the next field, Gregory was on the same chore, and occasionally the shriek of someone slipping in cow shit, and the following swears rang out in the cold afternoon. THAT was one of the few amusing aspects of this particular job.

How six animals could seriously make this much poo was beyond the considerations of a kid. The pale creature staring at him mournfully from the other side of the double-thick, triple boarded fence was the cause of most of his frustrations. They only had one, and weren't looking for a second, despite the information they'd been given upon her purchase about socialization, they just didn't need a herd of bison about.

When the white beast took down one of the heavy fences, Jeremy knew he had to act. Rosa and the other cows went in with the fluffy monster, and she calmed instantly. It was a miracle, and no more fences ended their existence on the scrap wood pile.

Not that Harry cared overmuch. It was his job to feed this lot, and their shit, patties of it and all, would be spread out on the hay fields come time. That is why he was stuck in the middle of this hellhole of shit, shoveling it into a wheelbarrow and hauling it back, load by load, to the Shithouse at the far end of the property. Or, that's what Lydia called it. Generally, it was the Fertilizer house, but trust that silver haired demon to name it something with a swear.

Swiping sweat off his forehead, he sighs at the bison cow again, trying to ignore her...she was insisting on shoving her massive head between the fence boards, moist noise pointed at him, a bit of drool leaving strings down to the snow. Glancing covertly around, mostly to ensure himself that nobody was spying on him again, and digs out the treat he had planned on sharing with ALL of the cows. It was hilarious to attach these to the barbed wire fencing, and watch them try and get the fruit off. With their long tongues and some determination, they normally managed it.

A pair of grapes, the green seedless variety, disappear into her huge mouth, and rather boldly, as she wasn't the most gentle creature, Harry digs his fingers into the heavy tuft of springy hair above her eyes. Sunrise groans, a noises like thunder and shoves at his hand, prompting him to use both hands on that fluffy forehead. Chuckling, he crouches, rubbing at her fluffy nose, and peering at her pale pinkish grey, cattle-like nose.

“Well..aren't you just a giant...fluffy...white...smelly pussycat.” Sure enough, just as he says this, she snorts, shooting clear snot and mucus all over hand, shirt, and, sadly, his face.

Show Name: Sunrise Thunder
Stable Name: Sunshine, Sun, Sunrise
Gender: Cow (female)
Breed: American Bison
Age: 5 years old.
Color: Leucistic (Taupe with dark blue eyes.)
Markings: None
Genetics: Unknown. Will research.
Sire/Dam: Spirit Mountain Ranch’s Spirit Thunder x Spirit Mountain Ranch’s Sunrise Spirit
Temperament: Sunshine is definitely not the friendly and playful bottle raised baby she was when she was small. Her large size has forced a distance between her and her handlers, and with maturity, her attitude has changed to one of a calm, but not docile, hand raised adult bison. She accepts the strange motions of people, but only tolerates so much before she chooses to move away. She keeps to her paddock with the cows, content to occasionally allow a head rub for grapes, but otherwise keeps a distance from her keepers.
Discipline: Companion/Guard to the Cows.
Lease: Closed until genetics has been determined. (Will not pass on Leucistic coloration.)

Offspring:

None

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Point purchased from and Faridoon Stables
Reference copyright original photographer and found on Google.

Baby Picture: [link]