Guilty Conscience...

Shortly after we decided to do something other then just talk. Sophie decided to have a race to the other side of the paddock.

         “Please Sophie, can we just play around here?” I nervously asked.

         “Why would we?” Sophie said, “when we can play around the whole paddock.”

         “PLEASE Sophie,” I whined, “we might wake our parents!”

         “You mean you came here without your mums’ permissions?” inquired Fiona.

         “Will you get in trouble?” asked shy Pippin.

         “Um… well… yes, so I don’t want to play near the fence on the far side of the paddock.” I stammered.

         “Jilla, you worry too much! I have done this a million times before, and I’ve only been caught three times.” replied Sophie.

         I however, found little comfort in this statement. Annie was, well, very soft on Sophie. Mother had told me that Sophie will end up having bad manners, and be hard to train because her mother constantly let her do whatever she pleased with only little consequence. My mother would nip me very hard if she found me, it made me feel very guilty thinking about it. I still wasn’t sure if it was worth it.

         We ended up playing in the middle of the paddock.

         I admit that I didn’t enjoy it very much, I was constantly thinking of my punishment if I got caught, or my guilty conscience if I didn’t. How could Sophie enjoy this, I wondered.

          We finally did decide to do a race around the paddock, much to my despair, but I still joined in.   

         “On your mark, get set, go!” Shouted Fiona, who never participated in races since she was very clumsy and slow.