*Yep..I just wasn't sure why I was suddenly at my locker lol*
Viola-
"Carole, what should we do? The book says we don't have any more lessons today and training is done." She called into the main house.
"Muck out the stalls!" She called back. Great.
"Well it looks like we get the pleasure of doing one of the most glamourous jobs here at Willow Ranch." She teased. Hart followed Viola out to the stalls.
"How does one muck out a stall?" He asked innocently.
"First we put all the horses out in the field, then we..well we muck." It took a good twenty minutes to get all of the horses out, since there were a few who didn't want to move. Then they both took a pitchfork and mucked. After an hour of work they were finished. Viola wiped her brow as she pulled her gloves off.
"I suppose we will be bringing all of the horses back in now?" Hart asked.
"You're catching on." Viola laughed. "We better hurry though, what time do we have to be at dinner?"
"Six thirty."
"It was nice of Naomi to invite me, your whole family seems pretty nice." she decided not to add, 'except for that emo one' because she thought that wouldn't be to nice.
"Yeah, we can all get pretty emmotional, but we all have a common bond."
"Which is..?"
"Being foster kids." Hart pulled off his gloves and threw them on some hay next to Viola's.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I bet that's rough." What was she doing? How could she just bring up things like that about a person she barely knew!?
"It's not that bad." Viola walked out to the field, followed by Hart, and they began to bring in the horses. This part didn't take as long, most of the horses were anxious to get back to the stalls. They were hungry and tired. When all the horses were in they checked the feeding schedule and fed the appointed horses their individual foods. Viola checked the clock hanging above the door, six fifteen.
"We should go." She said. They washed their hands in a sink and headed out of the stalls. They walked to Viola's car.
