Talking to horses.

Charly our young English volunteer and I listened attentively as Rosemary from Brazil described a book she had just read called "Talking to Animals." She rummaged around in her large handbag and pulled out a copy. " You should read this Amanda it might help with your horses and change your life". In fairness, Rosemary did add that she had tried telepathy on her dear old Jack Russell on board their yacht and she felt their faithful companion had not responded in the way the book had described and they had failed miserably.

I looked at the cover, it did indeed look extremely interesting. That night hunched over a candle. Yes! Unfortunately the electricity cable has been stolen twice in a week apparently by the students studying electrical engineering at the polytechnic, so we are having invigorating cold baths and reading by candlelight. I tried hard to absorb the secret of speaking to animals. You can telepathically communicate questions to your pets, it takes a bit of practice the author explains but eventually the animals do communicate by sending you picture messages. I know, hard to believe but the author seemed very successful.

That morning at breakfast Charly and I discussed our day. I enthusiastically jabbed a fork in Charly's direction emphasizing the importance of trying out our telepathy on the horses, unfortunately a bit of fried egg was still attached to my fork and a massive blob launched itself and landed on Charly's freshly laundered shirt. "I will talk to the horses at the top paddock and you Charly can try a bit of conversation with the riding school horses". Charly looked sceptical "What do we talk about for starters" she questioned flicking the fried egg from her sleeve. "Anything really " I assured her "According to the author they are open to all sorts of discussion, horses apparently are very broad minded."

At morning feeding, I faced the top paddock. A group of horses recently castrated by a hard-working English vet called Chris who had donated his time away from a busy practice in Newbury to attend to the Mozambique horses. He managed, as he was on a very tight schedule to castrate 20 colts in less than 24 hours. I am absolutely sure this must be a Guinness Book of world records. Unfortunately, this was the group I chose to telepathically address. "How are you my darlings and how is everyone today" I cooed sympathetically. No immediate picture messages of happy horses came to light. There was a sullen, moody silence till Voodoo snorted, then bared his large yellow teeth and flattened his ears. " Well Voodoo" I chastised that's an extremely ungrateful attitude to take considering I have to feed you and look after you. Charly who was leaning nonchantly against the fence at a safe distance watching my telepathic vibes began to laugh uncontrollably, she intuitively felt that it maybe too soon after the castrations for them to bond with us. I had to agree that if I had my balls cut off I might not be in a communicative mood.

Charly took our new found telepathic skills down to the riding horse paddock. She addressed Rebel one of her favourites. "You are a wonderful looking horse and I love you dearly," she nuzzled his soft nose gently with her cheek. He too flattened his ears and lunged towards her with teeth bared. It was food time and as far as Rebel was concerned it did not seem to be coming fast enough. "Have you had any amazing visual pictures" I called to Charly. "Actually "said Charly looking fairly alarmed and backing off, I have never seen Rebel in such a foul temper!" Do you think this telepathy thing really works"

While we were talking to horses Pat was stitching horses up. Four horses at Vilanculos broke through the razor wire fence and lacerated their legs. One of Pat's outriders was fortunately a vet and they worked until the early hours of the morning to stitch the wounds. That's life for you in Mozambique.

With much love telepathically.

Mandy Retzlaff
Chimoio
Mozamblique

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