My Friend Flicka Page #3

wont it?

Dad, look!

Oh, Rob.

That finished her.

Well?

Shes dead.

Poor old Rocket.

Its too bad,

but these things will happen.

Just takes little lick

to kill horse.

Theres one thing

I can still do.

Hello, Williams?

This is McLaughlin.

OK. Thanks.

Look, Williams, I got

a load of horses for you.

Yeah, those albinos.

Yep. Every one of them,

Rockets whole tribe.

There should be some good

horseflesh among them.

All right, your own price.

Good.

Yep.

There are nine of them.

Wait a minute.

There may be 1 0.

Ken, come here.

Heres a chance to do

a sensible thing.

I want you to choose

another colt...

and let me sell Flicka

to Mr. Williams.

Im asking for your sake

as well as mine.

Whats the use having

another Rocket?

You saw what happened.

Im going to

tame Flicka.

Thats impossible.

Sometimes bad horses

get tamed.

You dont want

a loco horse, do you?

I want Flicka.

Look at me.

Dad, please.

Shes mine.

Sorry to keep you

waiting, Williams.

I thought

there was one more.

No. There are only nine.

Right.

Ill send them over.

So long.

Haw!

Haw!

Git!

Well, thats that.

Sure is a wild one.

Well let her

think it over.

Shell go right through

that wire.

Shell never go over.

It turned her.

Dad, she has got sense.

Flicka!

I knew it,

that crazy--

Rob, hurry!

Whoa, whoa!

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There now.

Dont think shell

pull out of it.

Maybe its

just as well.

Hadnt been this way,

it wouldve been another.

A loco horse

isnt worth the bullet...

it takes to shoot it.

Now easy, girl.

Flicka.

Eat your dinner,

Kenny.

Do I have to, Mom?

You heard

what your mother said.

Flicka, shes--

Let him go to her.

He cant do her

any good.

Gus and Tim

dressed her cuts.

She snaps out of it,

shes got water and oats.

Oh, Flicka, I didnt

mean to hurt you.

Get well.

Please be all right.

Gee, she was pretty.

What do you mean ::was?

She is.

Shes beautiful.

I meant when she was

running back there.

Say, Ken.

Tomorrow, if you want

to take care of her...

Ill do your work

for you.

Would you, Hildy?

Gee, thatd be keen.

Sure.

Ill exercise Cigarette...

bring in the wood,

and dry the dishes.

You can stay with Flicka

all the time...

except when

youre sleeping.

Thanks, Hildy.

[Rooster Crows]

[Ring]

Gus, shes going

to be all right, isnt she?

Pretty good chance...

if we could get her

to eat.

Maybe she

dont like oats.

Ill get her

some hay.

Whoa.

Dont run away, Flicka.

Dont be afraid of me.

Im Ken.

This is hay.

Youll like it.

Have some.

Take it easy.

Shes been scared pretty bad.

Shes eating.

Shes going to get well.

Ja.

Its good sign.

Move her

to the calf pasture.

Theres shade there

and a running stream.

And shell be alone.

I thought horses

like company.

Not her.

Shes a lone wolf.

She might jump out

of the calf pasture and get away.

She wont jump out.

She wont jump anything

for a long time.

[Whistling]

Ken. Breakfast.

Coming, Dad.

Whats he so chipper about

this morning?

Flicka. Shes better.

Coming along, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Shes almost well.

The cuts are

all healed up...

and shes eating

like a horse.

Ooh.

Maybe were going to have

a pleasant summer after all...

if she doesnt turn out

to be another Rocket.

Oh, I hope not.

Ken, what kind

of manners is that?

Sorry, Mom.

Morning, Dad.

Morning, Ken.

How were the ducks

on the landing this morning?

What ducks

on what landing?

Oh. Those.

Hardly noticed them.

Been so busy

with Flicka.

Now that Flickas

getting better...

dont forget youve

got other duties.

Oh, yes, sir.

Give some time

to your colt...

but not

all your time.

I wont.

Will you come down...

and look at Flicka

this morning...

see how she is?

Will Her Highness

let you get near her?

Well, not too close.

Shes still a little scared.

But shell let you

look at her...

from the other side

of the fence.

Thats big of her.

After breakfast, Ill take a look.

Oh, swell.

Ooh!

Kenny.

Good morning, Flicka.

Flicka, Dads coming

to look at you.

Be a good girl

and dont run away.

Well, she does

look good.

Her cuts are

all healed up...

except for the one

on the right front leg.

Its almost well.

Shes beautiful.

Dad?

Do you think shes...

loco?

Id have sworn it

by the way shes behaved...

ever since

she was born.

In fact,

weve never seen her...

except when shes

looked terrified.

Every horse looks

wild in the eye...

when its terrified.

She tried jumping

that fence.

Anyone can try

the impossible once.

Theres the old saying--

::It couldnt be done...

but the darn fool

did it anzway.

Horses have jumped

over 6 feet.

Maybe Flicka thought

she could do it.

Well forgive her

that one.

Point is,

will she learn?

Can she learn?

Rocket couldnt.

Or wouldnt.

Dad, maybe Ill never

get her trained.

Heavens, Son,

what have I been telling you...

all these weeks?

Didnt you understand?

What did you think

loco meant?

Sort of goofy or wild--

hard to handle.

Oh, no, Son.

Much more serious than that.

Theres inherited insanity

among animals...

just as there is

among humans.

Bad blood carries on...

and albino blood isnt safe

for any filly to have.

But you said...

maybe its just because

shes been scared.

Shes got

a very intelligent face.

Much better

than Rockets.

Fine, delicate mouth.

And such lovely eyes.

Mm-hmm.

Set far apart.

Well have to see

how she responds to training.

How can I train her?

All you can do

is try and win her confidence.

You know, Son,

if you take everything away...

from a living creature--

freedom, friends,

its home, habits...

happiness--

itll turn in sheer need

and desperation...

to the one thing

thats left.

In this case,

thats you.

Me?

Yes. Youre

her whole life now.

Make her to like it.

Oh, I will, Dad.

I will.

Give her love and companionship.

Talk to her.

Will she understand me?

Of course.

A horse can tell you

a lot of things, too...

if you watch and expect it

to be sensible and intelligent.

Pay attention

to all the little signs.

The way

it moves its body.

The ears. The eyes.

The whinnies.

Thats its way

of talking, Ken.

Thats right.

Theres a neigh

of terror.

A scream of rage.

A whinny of nervous

impatience.

[Flicka Snorts]

The nicker of longing

or hunger...

or friendliness.

You learn its language,

and itll learn yours.

And never forget--

horses understand

everything you say to them.

Everything, Dad?

Everything.

[Flicka Snorts]

You mean...

if theyre not loco.

[Whinny]

[Whinny]

[Whinny]

All right, all right...

youre hungry

for your oats...

but Im hurrying

as fast as I can.

There.

There you are.

Come and get it.

Good, isnt it?

You do understand me,

dont you, Flicka?

Eat it all so youll be

big and strong like Banner.

Youve got

a very smart father, Flicka.

Youve got to forget

all your wild ways...

and be just like him.

Who are you

talking to?

Flicka.

Aw, horses cant

understand peoples talk.

Thats all you know.

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