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My Friend Bucky by Rachel Floyd

I had been riding horses since I was two, I finally turned 6 and had been begging my dad for my on horse since my first one had broken his leg 3 months after we got him. My dad finally broke down and got me a black and white pony named Bucky. I loved that horse more than anything I had. I could go down and get him and ride him, lay down and go to sleep and he would stand so still for many hours, we did this as our pastime. A year after I got him my mom, me, my granny, moms friend and her two kids went to the beach for 4 nights and five days. I was having the time of my life but I was really missing my best friend, my pony Bucky. The last night we were there my mom recieved a phone call from my dad, they didn't say too much and then I got on the phone. Of course the first question that came out of my mouth was how is Bucky. My dad said fine and told me he loved me and he hung up. Little did I know Bucky wasn't fine. The day we got home my dad and mom called me in the living room and broke my heart with the awful news. Dad said Bucky had been standing in a line with 9 cows eating grass, when all of a sudden, the sky turned black, he said it was only 3:15p.m. and the sky was so black you would have thought it to be 9:00p.m., but anyway, a big bolt of lightening came down and went through Bucky and all of the cows and killed every one of them. Then dad took me to the spot were they buried him. It was the spot where me and him stood for hours every day. I am now 16 and can still remember it just like it was yesterday. Now I have a strawberry roan horse, and I love her very much but no horse will every take the place of my beloved pony, my best friend Bucky.

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