Feeling bored, you decide to go to the horse stables considering that they might have some fans in there, as the heat and humidity was worse on the second floor.
You step once again outside into the blazing, stick summer weather, and walk to the side of the barn where you see horses. The barn was huge, and inside you see nine beautiful horses. Two were black, one was palomino, two were chestnut, three were bay, and one was white. You weren’t good with breed names, but each one was so beautiful its breed didn’t matter to you, although if you had to guess you’d assume that some were Arabian, Morgans, Thoroughbreds, or American Quarters.
“Hello, you must be Jon.” A man said as he walked out of a stall. “Hi, my name’s Enrique, and it’s good to meet ya.” He says as he shakes your hand. All you can think of is that he is pretty fluent in the English language. “So, is there anything you need there, sport?”
“Nah, I’m good. So do you maintain these horses?” you ask in your casual manner.
“Well, for the most part, sure. I’m about to let them out back into the field for the day, I just had to give them a quick shower. I forgot to this morning, but don’t tell your uncle that.”
“I won’t.” you respond. “I never knew the old man kept so many horses around. I thought it was all cattle and pigs.”
“Well, your uncle likes horses. And since he’s pretty rich and all, he might as well have a few of them hanging around. As you can see, we have nine. Two of them are geldings: that black one over there, and that bay over there.” Enrique points out. “We had ourselves a stallion, he was a beautiful beast. He died though a few months ago.”
“How?”
“He had some sort of disease or something, I can’t remember, Norm took care of all that death stuff, I only look after live animals, not dead ones. It is a shame, however, he was supposed to mate with these seven mares for the first time, but now I guess we’ll just have to buy a new one.”
“Sucks.” You say, although you personally have no care for the death of the stallion.
“It sure does. But hey, you want to help me out?” Enrique asks, with a smile and attitude that would make you feel like shit if you refused his offer.
“I guess. Nothing really else better for me to do. What do you want me to do?”
“Well, Molly, that beautiful white one over there, managed to pick the perfect timing and take a dump right after her shower. Could you take this shovel and clean that up? Your uncle is a neat-freak. Heck, he might even have a little OCD in him or something.”
“I’m on it.” you say, although you now see that accepting his offer was a mistake.
Enrique left the stables a few moments later to help Jeff unload some hey from a truck and lead the horses out into the field, leaving you alone cleaning up a mound of horse shit. Although you knew it would be terrible, you had no idea how bad fresh horse shit actually stank until you are right next to it, cleaning it up. At least the barn had a few fans going. Once all the shit was cleaned up, Norman walked in.
“What ya doin there, boy?” He asks in an accent that starting to bother you.
“Oh, not much, just helping out I guess.
“Well good. Ranch work builds character, even if you are cleaning a heap of horse shit! Ha ha.” Norman says as he gets a good laugh in. “I tell you what, boy, that Enrique’s a smooth talker if he managed to get my nephew to clean up a pile of that stuff.” To this, you give a brief, fake laugh. “Ah, come on in boy, it’s nearly supper time. Chores are over for the day. Well, at least for you.” With that, the two of you walk back to your uncle’s house.