Storm and the Magic Saddle

By Donald Dahl

Storm is a most unusual horse. Under saddle he is a “show stopping” magnificent Tennessee Walking Horse. When the saddle is removed, he becomes the cross between Dennis the Menace and Goofy. Li'l Liza Jane is a young, beautiful prissy 3⁄4 Arabian pinto. She shows no respect for her elders and refuses to abide by the herd hierarchy. She is convinced that Arabs are superior and will settle for nothing less as a possible mate. Dasher is a Quarter Horse. He is the pasture leader (alpha male) and retired undefeated as a 1⁄4 mile racehorse. He puts up with Liza because he finds her amusing. Bucky was purchased from a riding stable. He has no patience for Liza and constantly trades barbs with her. He is disgusted with the lack of respect she shows Dasher. He is an ugly horse with a head far too large for his body.
Life at the Doyle household is turned upside down when Reta and Dave purchase Storm. He arrives young and extremely immature. He has little knowledge of the real world. His pasture mates are dumbfounded by his naiveté. For heaven sakes, he arrived not even sure what his name was! From the moment Storm becomes a member of the family, it is one crisis after another.
Buzz, a friendly but irritating horsefly, is thrown into the mix. He is familiar with Storm and relates the story of Storm’s magic saddle to Liza. Ironically, a saddle was given to the family with the purchase of Storm. When the saddle is donned, a remarkable transition from “buffoon” to “super horse” does take place. The humans as well as the horses are stunned and confused by the transition.
The pot is stirred when the mother (Reta) has a conversation with the senile vet that delivered Storm. He informs her that the saddle does in fact have magical powers. This creates a great deal of internal conflict for Reta and her husband Dave. The thought of a magic saddle shakes at the roots of all they have been brought up to believe.
The primary plot revolves around the mystery of the saddle. There are of course, several other subplots. The primary characters are the family consisting of Reta, Dave, the children Donnie, and Robbie; and of course, the horses. Other high profile characters include: Barbara Scumberg: the villain of the story. Buzz: a loveable but nosey horsefly. Shellby: a proud and intelligent armadillo who is having a tough time raising a family under the Doyle’s back porch. Seth Adams: a senile yet humorous character who delivered Storm. Jimmy Noggle: Storm’s original trainer who Storm loves and thinks abandoned him. The barn cats and of course Snugs, the family dog.
The book tackles such issues as prejudices, stereotyping, magic, family values, faith, good versus evil, and true love. Throughout the manuscript Storm seems to be inept without the saddle and spectacular with it on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donald Dahl
• Release date: Jan 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465729224

Donald Dahl

Donald Dahl and his wife Robin lived in Granbury Texas and adopted Gold Storm Warning (Storm) and Li’l Liza Jane (Liza) when they were each about 2 years old. The personality of each horse is as described throughout the book. The two are inseparable and madly in love. To this day, Liza is prissy and Storm is still the cross between Goofy and Dennis the Menace until his saddle is donned. As a youngster he was prone to accidents, broke water spigots, and was often found trapped in the pasture fence. He has often demonstrated the unique ability to open gates, latches, and picket lines. Several fellow horse campers gave him the nickname Horsedini after finding him loose several nights in a row. For a few years, Storm and Liza shared a pasture with Bucky and Dasher, who are described accurately in the book. Donald and Robin have since moved to Washington State and currently reside with Storm, Liza, and Snuggles. The extraordinary personality of Storm coupled with his interaction with Liza, Bucky, and Dasher inspired Donald to write Storm and The Magic Saddle.

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STORM AND THE MAGIC SADDLE

A Horse Tale Inspired By Actual Events

By

Donald Dahl

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STORM AND THE MAGIC SADDLE

Copyright 2012 by Donald Dahl

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Acknowledgments

Thanks to Sandy Piscitello who volunteered to read the book and whose enthusiastic encouragement and rave reviews inspired me to go forward with publication.

This book is dedicated to all fellow horse lovers, Li'l Liza Jane, Gold Storm Warning, and most importantly, Robin who is the ultimate horseman, friend, companion and wife.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 The Eyes Never Lie

Chapter 2 Not Quite Right

Chapter 3 Storm Damage

Chapter 4 A Magic Saddle?

Chapter 5 A Born Leader

Chapter 6 A Wild Ride

Chapter 7 The Escape

Chapter 8 Proof Positive?

Chapter 9 Snake Bitten

Chapter 10 Maxi-Me

Chapter 11 Snake, Rattle, And Roll

Chapter 12 Cry Thief

Chapter 13 Let’s Make A Deal

Chapter 14 Riding A Real Horse

Chapter 15 Rumor Has It

Chapter 16 The Twister

Chapter 17 A Legend Is Born

Chapter 18 On The Road Again!

CHAPTER 1

THE EYES NEVER LIE

Don’t you dare even think about it, snorted Liza to the huge horsefly that had just made a perfect landing on the center of her back.

What sweetie could you possibly be referring to? Buzz asked in a low timid voice.

You sound like a horse that has just been caught in the oat barrel. I’m referring to the nasty bite that you intend to plant on me, replied Liza.

Buzz considered informing the black and white pinto mare that boy horseflies do not bite, but instead; decided to have a little fun with her. I’m from quite a ways up north. I love to tour the countryside and just dropped by to be neighborly and to introduce myself to everyone in the pasture. I have no intentions of biting anyone. At least, for the moment, that is!

Are you trying to tell me that horseflies do not bite horses?

We don’t bite just any old nag; most of us prefer beautiful young pintos like you. I promise that my bite will not hurt toooooo much.

I could care less about a little pain! My concern is that you will leave a huge ugly knot on my beautiful coat. I am 75% pure Egyptian Arabian. My granddaddy was purchased by a zillionaire sheik that flew him off to Arab Land. My parents are both famous show horses. Robin, my person (Liza refers to her owner as my person, she refuses to accept that she could be owned) may decide to show me someday, Liza proudly boasted.

Buzz quickly shoved his left wing into his mouth to keep from busting out in laughter. He was aware that there was a prissy young Arabian living in this part of Texas but did not realize that she was such a knockout. Liza’s reaction to his arrival was his first clue that this was the filly that his cousin Billy Bob Macfly had told him about. A horse’s usual reaction to a horsefly is a swift swish of the tail. This babe was too prissy to smack a horsefly. It might leave a gooey mess. Not quite the adornment a 75% pure Egyptian Arabian should sport, Buzz thought to himself.

My name is Danny Bob Macfly but my friends call me Buzz. I would like to make a deal with you. I won’t ever put a knot in your beautiful coat if you don’t try and crush me with your tail.

My name is Li'l Liza Jane but my friends call me Liza. You can call me Miss Li'l Liza Jane, she whispered with a big grin on her face. The deal is, you don’t bite me and I won’t bite you, capish? That’s Egyptian for understand! Liza uttered as she wiped the grin from her face.

Liza has always disliked horseflies. She felt they were rude, crude, diseased, and nothing but pests. Buzz seemed to be different from all the others she had encountered. She had never met one that she could communicate or bargain with. They usually just bite and run, requiring a quick smack with her tail to defend her flawless coat. She really disliked swatting flies. It just did not seem lady like and was not what should be expected of an Egyptian Arabian. After all, she was the next best thing in these parts to royalty and was honor bound to serve as a role model. Texas is not exactly Arabian horse country. The majority of the horses in these parts are quarter horses and thoroughbreds.

For the 4-year-old Liza, friends have been hard to come by. It was not her fault that she was a rose growing up in a weed patch. Heck, she tried to get along with her pasture mates and even let Dasher and Bucky scratch her back now and then. She would even occasionally let one of them be the lead horse on trail rides. She has tried not to make her superiority an issue with the other horses. Yet, they still were reluctant to be her friend. Now, here she was, the most beautiful horse in the world (at least in her mind) making friends with a horsefly! Do we have a deal? Liza asked.

Buzz was eager to accept Liza’s terms. She was gorgeous, naïve, and yet intelligent. He was anxious to get home and tell his friends and relatives about his new friend. Liza and Buzz were destined to become good friends. Liza loved to talk, and for the longest time she has had no one willing to listen to her. Buzz was definitely a listener. It was an art handed down from generation to generation in the Macfly family. As Grandpa Elvis Bob often put it, anyone can talk but only a true friend actually listens. Buzz was fascinated to hear Liza detail her family tree and pedigrees. He had been taught never to argue religion, politics, or horse bloodlines. He simply shook his head in acknowledgement as Liza discussed how she was related to just about every famous horse known to man.

I’m sorry Buzz; I guess I’m getting carried away. It’s been a long time since I have had someone I could really talk to. The horses I live with are a real drag. They just want to talk about the past. I’m too young to have a past! You notice any Arabian stallions in your travels? I’m about to die of boredom here, she moaned.

Sorry Liza, haven’t spotted any Arabs. I hear there is an Arab breeder somewhere outside of Cleburne but I have never been out that way. There are some great horses near where I live but they are all Tennessee Walkers. There is this one horse in particular that I think you would like. He is the sweetest young thing but a little accident-prone. I think he is a little younger than you though. He is becoming quite famous in our neck of the woods or at least his saddle is.

Sorry, not interested. Only an Arab would do. It would be nice to have someone here that is not ancient like the other horses but I have my standards and refuse to lower them.

I’m sorry girl, I wouldn’t want to see that happen but I think you really would like this guy.

Maybe the next time we get together we can discuss this famous horse of yours Buzz. There’s really nothing I can do anyway. I’m afraid I’m stuck with these two old geezers for quite a long time. Oh, what a miserable thought!

It was getting late and the sun was rapidly moving to the west. Soon, Buzz would have to head home for dinner. Liza was eager to wander up the pasture to see what Dasher and Bucky were up to. The horses would soon be taken to the barn for the evening. They would be served dinner consisting of feed and hay. Liza enjoyed the feed but much preferred the taste of oats. Her oat in-take was being limited. The oats did not contain the vitamins and protein required by a young horse. Worst of all, they were not good for her filly figure. After the appropriate goodbyes were exchanged, Buzz began his long trek home for dinner and Liza began her prance to the top of the pasture.

As she crested the hill Liza could see Dasher and Bucky standing near the large pasture gate. Dasher has always been the alpha male (the boss) of the pasture. Bucky considers following Dasher around the pasture an obligation and an honor. Liza usually refused to play the horse hierarchy game, after all; she was an Egyptian Arabian. She allowed Dasher to be the boss when it suited her. Dasher had no problem with Liza’s refusal to acknowledge him as leader. In fact, her moxie was one of the things he liked about her. Dasher knew that Liza was conceited, self-centered, vain, and just plain full of herself. Yet, he still liked her. He was no slouch in the bloodline department himself. He came from a long line of racing quarter horses and retired at the age of 4 undefeated. A leg injury had cut his outstanding career short. Being 11, Dasher is still considered a fairly young horse. He misses the excitement of the racetrack but has great satisfaction in having retired at the top of his field. Very few racehorses can claim having gone undefeated. He is a very muscular bay (red with a black mane and tail) and he possesses an almost perfect white star in the center of his forehead. Now that he is retired, Dasher’s life consists mostly of trail riding and lounging in the pasture. To this day, he still has a hard time adapting to the slow pace of trail riding. His current owner Reta Doyle trained him to transition from racehorse to pleasure riding horse. Luckily for Dasher, Mrs. Doyle was a very experienced horse trainer who made the experience as easy as possible for the both of them. She had ridden and trained horses from the time she was a little girl.

Bucky, a short and stocky buckskin quarter horse mix, he has an extremely large head with a jet-black tail and mane. As the most recent addition to the Doyle household, he was adopted when Reta’s husband Dave decided to take up riding. He is 15 years old and was a riding school horse for most of his life. He had to have a great deal of patience and tolerance for the numerous green horns that paid to ride him. Many of the riding school patrons were children who had never been on a horse. Bucky enjoyed the challenge and loved his job. He was sold to the Doyles after two children had fallen off of him. The children were not hurt and had not fallen due to any fault of Bucky’s, however; the school was concerned about liability and decided to cater only to experienced riders. When the change was made, Bucky’s services were no longer required. He is a people horse; he loves humans and prefers being ridden to grazing with other horses. He has a great deal of awe and respect for Dasher but only tolerates Liza. His biggest gripe with Liza is not her ego, it is the lack of respect she shows Dasher. He has tried on several occasions to discuss with Liza her place in the herd but to no avail. He swears that if Liza recounts her heritage to him just one more time he will nip her in the rump!

As Liza approached her pasture mates she noted that Bucky was in his usual position next to Dasher. Jeez, what a suck up, thought Liza as she managed to shoehorn herself between the two. Hey guys, what’s up?

Bucky and I were just trying to figure out whose turn it is to take us to the barn tonight, Dasher replied.

Sure hope Robin shows up, I could use a good grooming and have a few areas that could use a little spot remover work, Liza responded.

You can bet it won’t be Donnie, he hasn’t been around since you threw him Liza! Bucky pointed out.

Only Robin and Mrs. Doyle have the experience and knowledge of horses to handle an Egyptian Arabian of my caliber. It’s not my fault that Donnie did not cinch the saddle tight enough. He should have at least known to lean back in the saddle when riding downhill! I did not throw him; I just made it hard to stay on! Besides, I like Donnie; he sneaks me oats now and then, Liza offered in defense.

Can’t one day go by without you two bickering? Dasher shouted.

Sorry Dasher, Bucky muttered.

I’m not arguing, just stating facts, Liza said while rolling her eyes and shifting her weight to give Bucky a swift hindquarter-to-hindquarter nudge.

Bucky was just about to retaliate when Reta was sighted coming from the barn toward the pasture. Looks like you were saved by the bell again Liza, Bucky boomed.

Can it, buffalo head! Liza retorted.

It never ends, Dasher muttered to himself as he shook his head in disgust.

Reta Doyle has been a horse lover since the first time she laid eyes on one. She grew up in a small town called Gilberton in Washington State. She started riding when she was 7 years old. At 13 she saved enough money to buy her first horse. Her parents were not rich so Reta was required to earn money babysitting to support the horse. She became well known locally as the resident horse expert. She augmented her babysitting income by training and breaking-in other’s horses. During her teenage years she performed in local rodeos as a barrel racer. When she was 21, Reta attended a local college and worked part time as a waitress in an Italian restaurant in Bremerton Washington. That is where she met Dave. He was 25 and was in the Navy stationed in the area. It was darn close to love at first sight! After only a few months of dating, they fell in love and got married. Shortly after the wedding, Dave received orders to Florida. As a Navy wife, Reta realized that relocation went with the territory. It was not easy pulling up ones roots, but it had to be done. Reta and Dave were blessed with 2 children. Robin who is now 13 and Donnie who turns 11 in a few days.

Dave retired from the Navy after a 20-year career. He subsequently took a job at an electrical power plant in Glenn Rose Texas. Dave was well aware of Reta’s love of horses. She did not have to twist his arm to persuade him to purchase a small horse ranch in Granbury, about 20 miles from where he was employed. It is a small ranch but has plenty of pasture to support at least 8 horses. It takes about 1 acre of grazing land per horse. The Doyle’s ranch has 10 acres of pasture and includes a 4-bedroom house, a small riding arena, and a barn. The barn has 6 horse stalls, 4 on the main house side of the barn and 2 on the other. Each stall has its own outside run which is similar to a paddock but smaller. The run allows the horses to go outside. A door to the run is normally open except when the temperature outside drops below freezing. The barn also has a tack room to store saddles/horse gear, and a storage area for feed, oats, and hay.

Reta has wanted to own a horse ranch her entire life. In addition to being a stay-at-home mom her primary responsibility is tending to the horses. It is a job that she adores even though it entails cleaning out (mucking) the horse stalls daily. The original plan was for each person to tend to his or her own horse. With Dave working and Robin in school, Reta has had to take care of all 3 horses on weekdays. A situation she actually preferred. Of course, Dave, Robin, and even Donnie share in taking the horses to the barn and feeding them each evening. Donnie is the only family member that does not ride or own a horse. Until recently, he has shown very little interest in horses. Two weeks ago he fell off Robin’s horse Liza. Donnie was not injured but he was sore and embarrassed. The family has tried to get Donnie back on a horse ever since, but he has yet to do so. Donnie swears that Liza deliberately caused him to fall. It did seem odd when Liza went down the hill so fast. The slope was steep and horses usually go down hills slowly. On that day, Liza was almost galloping down the hill. The saddle was not as tightly cinched, as it should have been. Donnie held on as best he could but when the saddle slid forward, he wound up on the ground.

Robin was born with her mom’s love of horses and all other animals as well. She has long dark brown hair with eyes to match. A ponytail is usually her hairstyle of choice. She is slender and very athletic. Her primary interests are in horses, sports, and going to movies with her friends. Her mother nicknamed her Robbie from birth, which is what all family and friends call her. Reta and Dave surprised her with Liza on her eleventh birthday. They found Liza for sale on the Internet. Once Robbie’s parents saw the pictures of Liza, it was the horse they absolutely had to have.

Liza was an untrained 2 year-old and had never been ridden. Reta helped Robbie train and saddle break Liza. Robbie was taught to train her slowly with love and tenderness. She turned out to be an exceptionally smart horse and responded rapidly to the training. The very first time Robbie climbed atop Liza it was as if she had been riding Liza for years. Liza merely turned her head up to look at Robbie as if to say, Welcome aboard! Up until the day that Donnie fell, no one but Robbie or Reta had ridden her.

Robbie is also the owner of Snugs, a white half poodle and half lhasa apso mix with a bobbed tail. The proper term for such a dog is lhasapoo. Snugs is short for Snuggles. He was given the name because of his resemblance to Snuggles the bear from T.V. commercial fame. He was brown as a very young puppy but eventually turned almost solid white with tinges of brown. Snugs is quite a character. When given the chance, he loves to be around horses and chase the 2 barn cats. To his dismay, the cats do not fear him and rarely run. Dasher and Bucky are infatuated with Snugs. They usually stop whatever they are doing to watch him. Liza is either afraid or has a dislike for him. Most likely resulting from the time he laid his wet tongue on her nose. Liza was quite startled to say the least. Since that day, Liza has avoided Snugs.

Donnie stands a few inches shorter than Robbie. He has light brown hair and blue eyes. Like his father, he maintains his hair very short. Donnie is lightly freckled on his arms and face. He loves to run and play and is active in sports. He is the outdoor type and is not one to sit still. Computer games and the like are of little interest to him. He delights in being the class cut up which has gotten him into trouble on occasion. He was once described as being a live wire, on a report card. He loves his sister but would never let her know it.

Dave feels that his life began the day he met Reta. He carries a slight guilt about dragging the family all over the country during his Naval career. Travel is a part of the military that can't be avoided. Dave served his country well and retired as a Master Chief, the highest enlisted rate possible. His Naval training and experience made it easy for him to be hired for the job in Texas. One of his priorities after retirement was to purchase a property where Reta could keep Dasher. In the past, they had to keep him at rental stables. It was inconvenient and very expensive. After Dasher was settled into the new surroundings Reta convinced Dave to purchase Liza for Robbie’s birthday. Besides being a great present for Robbie, Liza would make a good companion for Dasher. Horses are like people in that they are not meant to be alone. They get very lonely and do not feel safe. They need to be in herds and are happiest when with a group. Dave has had little experience with horses but he wanted to start riding with Reta. Liza was a little too small and had a little too much spirit for a greenhorn. Dave found Bucky at the local riding school where he was taking lessons. Bucky is not tall but he is strong and well built. He easily carries Dave’s weight. Bucky is a great riding horse but he is no beauty. His head gives the appearance that it is way too big for his body. He loves to lick people and his tongue is extremely large. When he licks you, you know you have been licked!

Reta’s desire is to have the entire family ride together. She has tried to get Donnie interested in riding but has been careful not to push him too hard. The incident with Liza was a setback but she is sure that with the right horse, Donnie would enjoy riding. Reta and Dave have often discussed taking the entire family horse camping. The family would camp in an area designated for horses (equestrian area), trail ride through the woods by day and camp out at night. Dave and Reta have taken the children camping a few times and they really enjoyed it. The only obstacles to going horse camping are that Donnie does not ride and he has no horse. This is about to be changed!

The entire family dining together is almost a lost American tradition. This tradition would never be cast aside in the Doyle household!

Well kids, how was your first day of school? Dave asked after swallowing a tasty homemade french fry.

Not too bad, Mr. Spears my math teacher was wearing two different shoes today and he wasn't even aware of it. He seems to be in outer space half the time, replied Donnie.

But did you learn anything in school today Donnie? His mom asked.

Of course I did, pay attention while getting dressed!

Robbie immediately began to laugh and said to Donnie, you are such a dweeb.

Better to be a dweeb than a horse’s patute, he responded.

OK, knock it off you two, their father demanded. This sure is great brisket, he quickly added.

Thanks honey, the secret is to cook it slowly, Reta replied. Donnie, have you thought about what you want for your birthday?

I could sure use a motor cycle.

That’s a big forget it, they are too dangerous and you are too young, his father quickly interjected.

How would you feel about a horse instead? His mother asked.

The only horse Donnie can ride sits outside the Wal-Mart store and costs a quarter to ride, Robbie exclaimed.

I can ride and would love owning a horse as long as it's not a camel like yours Robbie.

Camel, what do you mean by camel? Robbie squealed.

Arabian horses are camels and those that ride them are camel jockeys, Donnie stated matter-of-factly.

Both parents commenced to laugh. They had not heard the referral to camels before. Reta could just imagine how Liza would take to being called a camel and it made her laugh even more.

Come to think of it, it does look like Liza is developing 2 humps, Reta asserted between moments of laughter.

After the children went to bed Reta and Dave went to the computer room to search the Internet for a birthday gift idea for Donnie. Do you really think Donnie would like a horse or did he say so just because Robbie told him he could not ride? Dave asked.

I think it is a little bit of both. He feels a little left out because he is the only one without a horse and he hates Robbie rubbing in the fact that he is not an experienced rider. Maybe we should get him a horse. He could learn to ride and we could ride together as a family. We could go camping and trail riding. I’m sure he will love the horse and be grateful that we got him one, Reta explained.

Sounds good to me honey, let’s start looking for a horse this weekend.

Reta gave Jake Noggle a call to see if he knew of any horses for sale. Jake owned the local feed store where the Doyles purchased most of their horse supplies. If anyone knew of a horse for sale, it would be Jake. When Jake learned that the horse would be for Donnie he immediately suggested the family look into purchasing a Tennessee Walking Horse. He explained that the Walker is a gaited horse and it provides the rider with an extremely smooth ride. They are also known to have calm and gentle dispositions. This boils down to minimal up and down pounding and little wear and tear on the rider.

Donnie would find the Tennessee Walker to be a very enjoyable horse to ride and an easy horse to handle, Jake explained. He told Reta that there was a Tennessee Walker horse farm located about 60 miles north near Dallas. He also indicated that the breeder usually had several horses for sale. Reta wrote down the name of the breeder and thanked Jake for the information. She was aware of the Tennessee Walker breed but had never ridden one.

Dave was very interested with Reta’s description of a Tennessee Walker. He was not familiar with the breed and had no idea that there was such a thing as a gaited horse. He agreed that it sounded like just the ticket for Donnie. It was decided that Donnie should have input in the selection. Reta and Dave found the breeder’s Internet site and discovered that they currently had several horses for sale. The horses were available in all ages and colors. The prices varied but were generally quite reasonable. Most horses listed were trained and saddle broke. The plan was to discuss the matter with Donnie and check out the horses on Saturday if he agreed. Reta noted that the breeder was open on Saturday and that no appointment was necessary. Life at the Doyle ranch was about to be changed forever!

Robbie wanted to go with the family to help pick out Donnie’s horse but had promised her best friend Diane that she would go to the movies. Donnie was relieved that she would not be there to try and persuade him one way or another. He was far more excited than his parents had anticipated. As their Ford F 250 pulled into Tennessee Walkers of South Dallas, you could see Donnie’s eyes darting. They jumped from the barn, out to the 2 pastures, and then to the huge arena. It looked like he was watching a tennis match. There were horses everywhere! Some were just grazing in the pastures, others were being trained, and a few were being shown to prospective