Montana Dreaming

Wesley woke up. He quickly got up, He opened up his windows, letting the Spring air rush into his room.  He got dressed, Wearing Wrangler jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt. He went to go brush his teeth, He didnt bother to eat breakfeast. He ran down stairs, "Dad! goin to feed, be back in a few" He called, he ran outside.

All of the cows, horses, buffalo and chickens ran up to there fence lines. All of the sheep ran in there flock to there fence. They pranced and made noises, they were hungry.

Wesley feed them all, seperate so they could all eat. He then went to clean out the stalls. He then got on the tractor and plowed the feild. He then ran inside, all sweaty. "Geez, its hot out there!" He said. He went to his room. He looked at his German Shepeard Dog, laying on his bed. He chuckled.

The dog, name Margritt, rolled on his bed, her tounge sticking out. She barked.

Wesley rolled his eyes playfully. He went to take a shower, when he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to his room, he put on Athletic shorts and boxer shorts. He laid down on his bed.

Lane walked into Wesleys room and began poking him, all he felt was muscele. "And I thought this was fat" Lane said.

Wesley raised one eyebrow at him. " I'm more muscular then you" He said.

Lane frowned then ran down stairs.

Wesley rolled his eyes. He got in his loud truck, that wasnt his Dually and drove it to a river. He got out and sat on his truck, he looked at the Bears accross the river fighting on who gets to eat the fish. He laughed.

Two deer ran accross the river to the other side, running from a cougar.

Wesley looked at the Mountains. They were gergous. He kicked the cold water, making a big splash. He heard something from back at the house. He jumped into his truck and drove back. He looked at the barn, it was on fire! He jumped out and looked at the fire fighters put the fire out. "dammit" He said.

Lane looked at the barn from the window. He ran down stairs and outside, he did a sliding stop at Wesley, almost runnig him over.

Wesley looked at Lane, "what happend here?" He asked Lane, knowing Lane would do such.

Lane gulped. "Um.. A rabbit got a lighter and put the barn on fire" He said innocently.

Wesley stared into the boys eyes. "What.did.you.do" he said.

Lanes nerves were racking. "Alright.. I left a lantern on in the hayloft and it put the hay on fire and the whole barn" Lane gulped.

Wesley sighed. "You stupid head! You dont leave lights on up there!" He frowned, crossing his arms in mock anger.

One of the horses ran up to the pasture fence from grazing to see what was happening. He nickerd, he moved flashy, his tri color mane flowed behind him, he picked up each foot gracefully. The stallion was alone in a pasture with a Donkey. His tail flowed behind him as the Paint trotted along the fence line.

Micheal, Wesleys dad looked at the stallion. "Wes, did you feed him this morning?" He asked.

Wesley nodded. "Yea, I bealive so" He said. He went over to the stallion.

The stallion didnt eat. He tried to tell the young boy to feed him.

Wesley didnt know what he wanted. So, he gave him a little feed.

The donkey ran up to the fence, he made noises.