The Boy and the Blue Painted Pony

By Tish Wright

Come along with Kalub and the dark haired lady on their way to adventure through building team work with a blue and white painted miniature foal. Watch how Kalub and his Grandmother learn to grow together with the painted foal he names Big Boy in becoming a team of three. Follow along while Kalub goes step by step into becoming part of the third generation of natural horsemanship. From his great Grandfather who trained team draft horses to his grandmother that trained and showed llamas for many years then went into minature horses now being passed to Kalub who learn's how bond to with painted foal as the dark haired lady takes him down a new path. The friendship that grows with each and every day for all three in the training steps they take with Big Boy on their journey. With the teaching of the feathered touch Kalub and Big Boy begin a forever bond in sharing freely with each other. That Kalub and Big Boy will carry with them as they grow together. The dark haired lady passes down the meaning of repect for Kalub to have for Big Boy as Big Boy returns the same to Kalub. The dark haired lady gives Kalub a new way of giving to his painted foal as they start growing up together. Kalub's dreams take flight while the steps are being learned. Stay with Kalub and his Big Boy travel into a new dances joining each other in trust that they take into a wonderful new world with the dark haired lady known as Grandma.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468566048

Tish Wright

There was once a little dark haired girl,who's animals found her.This went on her whole life.I have rescued many,fostered some, trained and showed llamas for many years.I became a trainer of miniature horses,.Now is sharing time with you. I have trained them all.My stories are true.And how you enjoyed them as much I have writing them.....the dark haired lady.

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Chapter 1

Dreams Take Flight

There once was a little boy, who loved animals so much that his dream was to have a miniature, blue-with-white, painted pony. One day he found a field filled with bright green grass. He stepped onto it, and his legs carried him to the middle of a small hill. There he lay down. Before he knew it, he fell fast asleep. Upon waking, with his eyelids heavy, he looked up at the sky. There before him was an inky sky full of stars. It was as if he could reach out and touch them.

With the fresh scent of grass, he slowly slipped back to sleep. The dew covered the ground. Then he felt a nuzzle on his face. Opening his eyes, he was face to face with a miniature, blue-with-white, painted pony. The pony was very young like the boy. The boy lifted his hand to feel the pony’s nose. It was the softest thing he had ever felt. Their eyes met, but the pony was not afraid. As the little boy started to stand up, the small pony stood perfectly still. Then the boy spoke softly, Hi there. My name is Kalub. The pony nuzzled him again, as if to know him.

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Big Boy smelling Kalub for the first time

When Kalub awoke, he ran home to tell the little dark-haired lady. Then he called Grandma to tell her about his dream. She saw the sparks in Kalub’s eyes, and she knew something wonderful had happened. She sat with him to listen to his story. And with wonder in her heart, she knew there was a strong sense about Kalub’s being, just as different as she was in her younger years. She could see and sense that Kalub might have the same gift that was given to the dark-haired lady by her grandfather. She watched Kalub with excitement, looking for the signs.

Kalub looked into his Grandma’s eyes, then in a bold, matter-of-fact voice, he said, Grandma! I could train my pony just as you do!

With all the tenderness she felt, Grandma got down on one knee, looked Kalub in the eyes, and there she saw it—the gift. With a tender voice she told him that she believed he could too. The dark-haired lady asked her grandson if he had named his pony yet. Kalub said no. She told him not to worry, that his blue painted pony would do something to name himself.

The dark-haired lady was in awe to be able to see that her grandson had learned of his gift that he could carry with him all his life. The grandmother knew that to be a natural trainer it took equal respect from both the pony and Kalub. The bond they were forming was a true sense of self, mixed with the trust to be earned. It would come from the blue painted pony. The baton would be passed to a new generation right in front of her eyes. She was filled with joy to be able to guide Kalub and his pony to a wonderland of friendship that would be built on trust by both of them.

Chapter 2

Feather of Gifts

The dark-haired lady lay thinking of her grandfather, driving his herd of longhorns from the Forth Worth, Texas, stockyards in his time. Here was a little Texas boy with gentle hands to give to his miniature pony all the love and care he had to give him.

So the dark-haired lady thought about how she would teach Kalub to have a soft touch to his hands. To train his pony. When a bird landed in front of her, she thought, That’s it! She could use a bird feather to teach him how to use his hands softly. She began laughing to herself for a three-year-old boy was strong and willful, yet he has a kind heart With a little giggle, the dark-haired lady remembered when she was learning to train miniature horses.

The dark-haired lady knew the gifts Kalub would be receiving from his new pony. He could bring out all the wonders life had to offer him. The colt would be his teacher. Kalub would learn many things that could be carried with him throughout his life. The dark-haired lady still carried in her heart all she had learned. She hoped Kalub would do the same, if he learned the gifts the pony was going to give him.

The dark-haired lady asked Kalub, What name are you going to give him?

The next month, the dark-haired lady got some feathers, then she called her daughter to let her know about Kalub’s first lesson with his miniature pony, learning to have a soft feel in his hands. The dark-haired lady needed to set up Kalub to learn to be gentle with his hands. The feather would break, if he pressed down too hard, teaching him how to soften his touch.

Kalub worked with the feather. He started to understand what his grandmother meant. The feather did break, so Kalub was getting the idea how his miniature pony would feel with too heavy a hand. With a new understanding, Kalub worked every day, until the feather no longer broke. Now it was time for Grandma and Kalub to show his pony what he had learned.

The dark-haired lady got down on one knee as her Kalub came running with delight dancing in his eyes. Grandma! I did it! The feather doesn’t break anymore!

The dark-haired lady lifted him into her