A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 11 Joey nuzzled my shoulder as I shook the fresh, harvested oats in the old tin bucket. "Joey boy, whoa, whoa. Foods coming. Give me a second." I whispered and giggled; giving him a pat on the neck. He whinnied, scraped the hay covered floor with his jet black hoofs and continued to nuzzle me impatiently. "Oh Joey, I feel like I can speak to no one. In such a small community like this, people would think I am crazy. My head is telling me one thing and my heart is telling me another. Broove will need me, does need me even. Sylvie will hear nothing of me leaving. Now look at me, speaking to a horse. But your more than a horse." I thought aloud and held the bucket up for him. Replacing the oats, was a layer of saliva, which I would soon have to soak and scrub off. "Now, earlier Mother told me to harness you and hitch you to the cart. It's that time again the traveling market is back around. Gypsies have all sorts we don't have locally, I suppose. Plus, mother says with Fathers earnings for the month, we can buy a lot to keep us fully stocked on food. Humans being weak, we can't carry all our food, the entire family relies on you!" I explained whilst stroking his nose. "Boo!" Sylvie screamed at the top of her lungs. I jumped so hard that I almost jumped out of my skin. "Hah, come on, get Joey ready, we have to go!" Sylvie spoke as she opened the stable shack door "Hurry, the Gypsies don't hang around for long, as soon as they think that somewhere down the road, they will get more money, they will move on."