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The Empty Water Trough – Sneak Peek
“Why do you always get in such a pickle about everything, Pickle?” Teddy snorted at his own cleverness and trotted across the field, black mane flying behind him like a triumphant banner. Pickle eyed Teddy head off, feeling like the smaller pony even though he was taller than Teddy. Why did he get so upset about everything?
Pickle was trembling, his legs quivered uncontrollably, and he was a little out of breath—all because of the scary something he’d thought was hiding in the trees. Not long after venturing out into the pasture for some green grass that morning, he’d seen something moving, heard a rustling, and felt his heart racing. Before he knew it, his quick legs had him running for home.
He’d barrelled into Teddy just as Galileo, the farm’s friendly barn cat, emerged from the trees and sauntered off towards the barn. Pickle watched Teddy squeeze into the shelter next to another pony, Thor, and settle in for a snooze. No wonder Teddy made fun of him.
Pickle gave one big shake and wandered over to the water trough for a drink. Gulping the refreshing water, he remembered Thor’s words from a few days ago, when Pickle had run away because the farmer drove a tractor into the yard.
“Just don’t think about it, Pickle,” Thor had advised, between mouthfuls of the fresh hay the tractor had dropped over the fence. “If you decide to think about all the good things in life instead—like this yummy hay here—you won’t feel afraid anymore.”
Water dripped from Pickle’s muzzle. Could he do that? He’d tried not thinking about scary things before but somehow that seemed to make them get bigger, not smaller. Like the day last month when the farm dog had run in the field and snapped at the ponies’ heels.
“Ignore her,” Thor had advised, “she’ll stop soon enough.”
“Stop worrying and start doing something about it,” Teddy had commanded, aiming a kick in the dog’s direction before he found a spot in the fence with just enough space for him to crawl under, leaving the other ponies and dog behind. Pickle couldn’t ignore her, but he also didn’t know what to do. Even after the farmer had called the dog away, he’d run around the field until the sweat ran into his eyes.
Pickle shuddered as he found a spot behind the shelter close to Skye, the herd leader. He tried to nap, but images of tractors, dogs, and scary things in the trees kept him awake. Why couldn’t he relax like the other ponies?
The next day, after another restless night, Pickle opened his eyes to see white everywhere. The ground was white, the fence was white, even Skye’s mane seemed to have turned white.
“It’s just snow, Pickle,” Thor yawned, “nothing to worry about.”
Pickle has seen snow plenty of times before. Some days he loved to play in it. He stretched each leg in turn, shaking off a layer of frost. Ugh. He didn’t really like all this cold, but Thor was right. Snow was nothing to fret about. Pickle trotted over towards the water trough after Thor, tossing his mane the way he’d seen Teddy do. Boy, was he thirsty.
This time it was Teddy who ran into Pickle. “The trough is empty!” Teddy exclaimed, barely stopping. “No water in there, nothing, completely dry.” Teddy picked up speed again, “Follow me, I know what to do.”
Pickle blinked. No water? When he arrived at the trough a moment later there was a crowd of ponies staring at it.
“Teddy thinks we should all go eat snow,” Thor said, from the edge of the group, “but that’s silly.” He started to walk away, “I’m going to enjoy my breakfast; at least we have lots of hay to eat.”
Pickle watched Thor walk one direction and Teddy run the other, and felt his body start to tremble again. How could he be happy about having hay to eat if there was no water to drink with it? And wasn’t it bad for a pony to eat snow? He paced to the shelter, and back again to inspect the water trough. Still empty.
Pickle’s breath came in short bursts and his legs started to wobble. If only he could do something about this problem, like Teddy. Or focus on the good things, like Thor. Why was he standing out in the cold staring at an empty water trough? What was wrong with him?
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