Max looked up to Mercy once more, that nurse had a damn good sense of humor, she made him laugh. Not only did she get that implied idea of leather and chains, but even she seemed to know more about dragging woods. She really got very high in Max’s esteem, that horse could fall in love of that nurse... could!
The way she handled the shy young man, Amadeus his name, was just impressive for Max, he ain’t got such subtle demeanor. Max is straight to the point, no matter how. But he respected even more the way she handled him, that stubborn ol’donkey he calls himself.
“There’s nobody but ME appearing in leather straps with chains at MY work...” he chuckles with that dark voice, "and he won’t have to carry around trees with bare hands.” He speaks lighthearted to Mercy, as if some bond was between them, a bond that will disappear the moment Max would leave this tent again, yet a bond that existed. That nurse was able to make this big ‘idiot’ feel at ease, an exploit as he’s really stubborn sometimes.
Returning to Amadeus, accepting the solemn handshake, he speaks lower, not low enough to be overheard by any present nurse, but low enough to clear that it was meant for that young man and nobody else. "Don’t listen to her, you will not do strange things with whips.. neither carry along heavy trees. You’re rather young and full of energy, but believe me, those logs, she’s talking about, weigh...” Max eyed once up and down Amadeus, "like at least 20 times your heft. No, you’d be a helping hand, but with an experienced hand. Yes, I do not own any machine, I pull myself. But I think you missed the point that, I can shift from this allure to a real horse, you now those big heavy ones with hooves larger than your face. Then and only then I wear those leather straps and chains, and I need someone to put those on me.”. Max scans Amadeus’ face, was this one incredulous or did Max convince him, nothing was less sure.
Mercy got called elsewhere, the hectic in this tent was decreasing but still those nurses and medical staff as well as volunteers were demanded. Max was lazily lingering in that chair, being donor had his good sides, but time got rather long for this normally tireless working lumberjack and he dared ask Mercy, should this one pass by close. "Can we.. I mean, can I have my cookie now?” he’d look with droopy ears and beaten puppy look.
The way she handled the shy young man, Amadeus his name, was just impressive for Max, he ain’t got such subtle demeanor. Max is straight to the point, no matter how. But he respected even more the way she handled him, that stubborn ol’donkey he calls himself.
“There’s nobody but ME appearing in leather straps with chains at MY work...” he chuckles with that dark voice, "and he won’t have to carry around trees with bare hands.” He speaks lighthearted to Mercy, as if some bond was between them, a bond that will disappear the moment Max would leave this tent again, yet a bond that existed. That nurse was able to make this big ‘idiot’ feel at ease, an exploit as he’s really stubborn sometimes.
Returning to Amadeus, accepting the solemn handshake, he speaks lower, not low enough to be overheard by any present nurse, but low enough to clear that it was meant for that young man and nobody else. "Don’t listen to her, you will not do strange things with whips.. neither carry along heavy trees. You’re rather young and full of energy, but believe me, those logs, she’s talking about, weigh...” Max eyed once up and down Amadeus, "like at least 20 times your heft. No, you’d be a helping hand, but with an experienced hand. Yes, I do not own any machine, I pull myself. But I think you missed the point that, I can shift from this allure to a real horse, you now those big heavy ones with hooves larger than your face. Then and only then I wear those leather straps and chains, and I need someone to put those on me.”. Max scans Amadeus’ face, was this one incredulous or did Max convince him, nothing was less sure.
Mercy got called elsewhere, the hectic in this tent was decreasing but still those nurses and medical staff as well as volunteers were demanded. Max was lazily lingering in that chair, being donor had his good sides, but time got rather long for this normally tireless working lumberjack and he dared ask Mercy, should this one pass by close. "Can we.. I mean, can I have my cookie now?” he’d look with droopy ears and beaten puppy look.
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