“I got you the saddle you wanted.” he says calling into the house .
“Uh, thanks,” you call back. A saddle? Really? Was this for the race or something… personal?
“Now I can ride one of the horses when you go out running.”
“Oh,” you say as he enters the bedroom. You feel relieved. Well, mostly relieved. A pang of curiosity remains. “That’s good.”
Wait... Are you seriously thinking of having a saddle put on you? You’re meant to be human! Are you starting to think like a centaur as well as look like one?
“So how was your day? Anything interesting happen?” he says interrupting your thoughts.
Written by Catprog and Xodiac on 28 November 2013
Tell him the truth