Horse Sense (tag: Sir Guy)
Jeannie stood outside of the cabin that she was now calling home, a place she shared with her new master. She paced around the outside of the building several times, quietly muttering to herself as she tried to find the perfect spot for what she wanted to do. Finally, she chose the south side as there was a good deal more room there.
Standing with her feet planted, the djinn crossed her arms at chest height, one over the other. Then, concentrating and taking careful aim, she simultaneously blinked and nodded, her pony tail swinging forward to brush her cheek. Moments later, she was clapping her hands in delight at the results as she looked at the brand new stable. It may not match the cabin, or look much like a modern stable… in fact, it looked a great deal like those found in ancient Bagdad. It was exactly what Jeannie had intended to create.
Now for the horse. It could not be just any horse. Not for her new master. She knew that Sir Guy had been missing having a mount of his own, and though she very much liked driving, it would take some time to teach him how to handle a car. He was still getting used to electricity. But Jeannie knew that he walked everywhere he went, and that had to be very tiring for him. She did not want her master to suffer, so he would need a horse.
Crossing her arms again, she blinked and opened them expecting to see a fine animal fit for Sir Guy. Instead, she saw a donkey. A very confused donkey. Jeannie frowned. That was not what she had wanted at all. Her master could not ride a donkey!
She shifted slightly, rocking her hips back and forth as she planted herself more firmly. Lowering her chin, she narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, concentrating. Then she blinked and nodded again.
The confused donkey became a perturbed donkey as it’s ears shortened and it suddenly grew a luxurious tail. Well, maybe the tail wasn’t too bad. It was better at swishing, which would keep the flies away. But it was also heavier, and the ears were just irksome. It brayed loudly to show its displeasure.
“Oh, do not start with me,” Jeannie shook her finger at the mismatched creature. “You are not what I wanted either!”
Another blink and a nod had the donkey disappearing, only to be replaced with a Shetland pony. Which, Jeannie supposed, was a step in the right direction, but not what she wanted. So she tried again. And got a goose.
“Oooo!” she fumed, stomping her foot. This would not do at all! She did not know why the City would sometimes not let her do as she wished, but it vexed her a great deal. Especially when it was something she needed. Like a horse for her master. She stomped her foot again, hoping in some way to punish the City by punishing its ground. Then she settled down and got back to business.
The goose was replaced by a goat, which was in turn replaced by swing set, which was not at all right. The swing set became an ostrich which became a mule which finally became a bay horse. But Jeannie could not resist trying just one last time, because she did not want a bay horse for her master. Oh no, he needed a black horse. He liked black. So she blinked one final time and there stood a beautiful black horse with a white star blaze on his forehead, deep-chested and muscular, a full sixteen hands tall.
Jeannie beamed happily. “Oh yes. You are just perfect. My master will be so pleased!”