Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2015 | Page 51

ENGLISH level VOCAB Nobody was badly hurt; I just injured my ankle a bit. My brother rubbed it with ointment, and my ankle was still swollen the next day. I felt uneasy about my ankle because my dad was very upset when we got hurt. When one of my siblings or I had accidents, my dad punished us badly. He said we were not careful when we were doing something. My father did not realize that I had had an accident because I just told him I had twisted my ankle. It healed very soon, and nothing happened to me or my siblings. Later on, like a month after, I was feeding Vicrobich, because that was one of my chores in our house. He was my horse. My dad told to me that I had to take care of him. It was an afternoon when I took the horse to the barn. I gave to him some hay, and I began rubbing his neck and touching his beautiful mane. Vicrobich was angry that day, or maybe he did not like the fact that I disrupted him when he was eating. First, he tried to kick my buttocks, but I was close to his neck. And then he bit my chest and tore the skin. After that day, I was afraid of Vicrobich, never rode on him, and never fed him again. Three months later, my father sold him to a friend. He was young, only seven months, and untamed. A collection of student art and writing 51