Susan [P.O. Emily Sanders]

[Maxine Porter]

Stable Number: 14

Name: Susan
Birth Date: December 14, 1996
Gender: Female

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Eye Color: Black
Mane & Tail: White
Coat: White, brown spotted
Breed: Appaloosa/Quarter Horse
Height: 15h

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Breaking Difficulty: Moderate
Trainer Necessity:

• Patience
  
  
• Love
  
  
• Persistence
  

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Personality:

• Understanding
  
  
• Patient
  
  
• Loyal
  
  
• Takes a while to suck things it all in when learning new things
  
  
• Sweet
  

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History:

• Born at an American Quarter Horse Association breeding society to Merry Sue (Quarter Horse mare) and the father was unknown.
  
  
• Sold at an auction when the spots started coming.
  
  
• Bought by a man who wanted to start a new breed, which he named Quappa for Quarter Horse/Appy crosses.
  
  
• The man couldn't afford the many many lovely horses he had so he donated the mare he called "Susan" to Catalpa Academy.
  
  
• Susan was discovered to be a sweet and loyal mare and was immediately put up to choose a lucky boy or girl.
  
  
• While Emily was walking through the aisle way, Susan noticed her.
  

[Emily Sanders]

Moonlight

I really didn't believe all the hype put up about Catalpa Academy. Talking horses? Sooo unbelievable. It was all a hoax. I am positive that it is. They just want you to start going to school there thinking that a horse would talk to you, for the money. Yep, they are just scheming money obsessed pigs. I told myself while I glanced in each of the stalls. Maybe someone had like a microphone attached in the stalls and were talking....I stopped my thoughts, well my thoughts were interrupted.

"Excuse me honey, but do you think you could scratch my ear? It is keeeeling me!"

My eyes grew wide and I almost fainted on the spot. Regaining control of my body, I rushed over to the stall beside her on the right. My hands were shaking as I lifted my hand to scratch the horse's ear. Then I dropped it quickly. Why am I listening to this horse? I demanded silently.

"Easy sweetheart! Fast movements are not my thing!"

I staggered back. This horse was speaking to me! It was real! But her lips weren't moving. How was Ihearing this horse when her lips weren't moving?

This time I opened her mouth to talk. I had to figure this out. It was starting to get really creepy.

"W-w-were you just talking to me?" I managed to spit out. The mare moved closer to the stall door.

"Each Whisper horse here has to choose a guy or gal. I chose you," the mare's words were soft and kind, there was something about her eyes.

I sat down on a hay bale just outside the mare's stall. I had to take this all in. It was too much for the moment being. So they weren't lying? Horses really did talk? Or however they communicate with people.

"So you can talk? You chose me? And we have to be together for the rest of my stay here?" I stood up and faced the mare. I hadn't seen what color she was yet, I was only focusing on her face. Her eyes. Her mouth. Trying to figure out how this horse was speaking to me.

"Is that a bad thing?" the mare bobbed her head and did normal horsey things. Nothing out of the ordinary. She was just a normal horse who could somehow share her thoughts with a human. That's not weird or anything!

I shook her head. The horse was nice. Truly nice. I didn't want to give up on her. I wanted to make sense of it all. I let myself into the mare's stall and stroked her neck. She was a pretty color. Almost pink!

"Do you have a name?" I asked her after a few moments of petting her.

"My old owner called me Susan," she told me.

"Alright Susan. So what do we do now?" I walked up to look her in the eye. Susan was quiet for a moment so I asked again.

"You take me to a new barn!" Susan exclaimed.