Morning Bliss by Stormy Translated by Amanda Pelot
I stared hard at the eastern horizon. I stared passionately and with vigour. Oh,
when, when would the darkness dissolve and the soft yellow glow of the early morning
sun take over? The hours passed. At last, when my patience was just beginning to take
leave of me, it happened. Dawn crept silently into the east. As the mere dim greyish
light slowly gave way to breathtaking pinks and yellows and then, finally, overtook the
entire sky, I marvelled at the beauty of this morning occurence. To me it was magical
and overwhelming and it filled me with hope. It brought with it the promise of life and
pleasure. Let me explain. The dawn meant, with great certainty, that I was soon to be
brought my breakfast of oats. My breakfast of heavenly, crunchy, yellow, sun kissed,
beautiful oats!
My attention turned now from the east to the south. I began to
stare with fixed eyes and pricked ears at the large dwelling from which my owner would
appear. She would have with her the heavenly goodness of my treasured oats. I have
often wondered how they fit so much pleasure in something as small as an individual oat.
But I know that is not for me to understand; I must simply enjoy it.
As my
sharply pricked ears caught the sound of the latch turning on the doorknob of the house
100 meters away, I stamped my foot- my impatience was getting the better of me. When
I saw my owner descend the front stairs I let out a fantastic whinney of anticipation and
then began to dispense my throaty, masculine nicker repeatedly.
Oh! How
slowly my human ambles! Will she not hurry? Must she stop and chat to the dog?
And I wish she would carry that bucket with a little more care, lest an oat should fall out!
These thoughts passed through my head like the unceasing wind through the trees.
Finally the moment was upon me. My owner was at the gate, and I was
burrying my lips (which had become quite wet with the anticipation of the meal) into the
little bits of heaven known as oats. Pleaure hit me like a lash. I closed my eyes and lived
to the fullest my few moments of bliss. With oats in my mouth, and my owners hand
softly stroking my neck, I realized, as I do every morning, that I want to live forever.
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