Ponyboy is going around and telling everything about the horse that I liked Mickey Mouse. Since he is going around and telling everyone I think it’s time to tell everyone the real story.
It was 5 years ago since I saw my horse Mickey Mouse. He was a rough leathered brown horse that was sold to travelers when I was 12. But that was just the base of things. Mickey Mouse was important to me. Nowadays, Darry really doesn’t see how much I loved that horse still. In fact, he doesn’t even know why I named him Mickey Mouse. It was because when I was 10 I used to love Disney films, I would go to the theater with Mom, Dad, Darry and Pony. But, I would never let them know that’s why I called it that. I wouldn’t be cool enough to be a Greaser. I barely …show more content…
“You're pretty good kid… Same thing with that horse. How much is he?” he asked in his rough accented voice. “Sorry, he not for sale,” I said getting off Mickey. Then I knew that he wanted to buy Mickey and that wouldn’t happen. “Well, if that is how is how this is going to go then I’ll guess I'll leave.” He said.
Once he left I walked Mickey back in his pen and stroked him. It was one of the best days ever. Little did I know that it would be the last. Later in the day, I was walking past the stadium and I heard screaming from inside it. I ran in to see the man stealing Mickey and Sandy trying to get him back. “Don’t take that Horse! She yelled, but all it did was make the man shave him against the ground. She started screaming trying to get someone's attention and Mickey was trying to get free of Mustache man’s hold. I ran in and told the man to let go of him and he pulled out a heater at me. I was then warned him that I was going to call the Fuzz, but he threatened to shoot Sandy if I didn’t give up Mickey. Then the stable man ran in a told the man that he would give up Mickey for a good price. Then the Mustache man looked at me with the stink eye and said. “So… The Horse doesn’t even belong to
It was 5 years ago since I saw my horse Mickey Mouse. He was a rough leathered brown horse that was sold to travelers when I was 12. But that was just the base of things. Mickey Mouse was important to me. Nowadays, Darry really doesn’t see how much I loved that horse still. In fact, he doesn’t even know why I named him Mickey Mouse. It was because when I was 10 I used to love Disney films, I would go to the theater with Mom, Dad, Darry and Pony. But, I would never let them know that’s why I called it that. I wouldn’t be cool enough to be a Greaser. I barely …show more content…
“You're pretty good kid… Same thing with that horse. How much is he?” he asked in his rough accented voice. “Sorry, he not for sale,” I said getting off Mickey. Then I knew that he wanted to buy Mickey and that wouldn’t happen. “Well, if that is how is how this is going to go then I’ll guess I'll leave.” He said.
Once he left I walked Mickey back in his pen and stroked him. It was one of the best days ever. Little did I know that it would be the last. Later in the day, I was walking past the stadium and I heard screaming from inside it. I ran in to see the man stealing Mickey and Sandy trying to get him back. “Don’t take that Horse! She yelled, but all it did was make the man shave him against the ground. She started screaming trying to get someone's attention and Mickey was trying to get free of Mustache man’s hold. I ran in and told the man to let go of him and he pulled out a heater at me. I was then warned him that I was going to call the Fuzz, but he threatened to shoot Sandy if I didn’t give up Mickey. Then the stable man ran in a told the man that he would give up Mickey for a good price. Then the Mustache man looked at me with the stink eye and said. “So… The Horse doesn’t even belong to