Telling time and horses

Bryant's Timing
We all have varying abilities to tell time without a clock. Bryant's seemed spot on. Whether he used his surroundings to figure out time or he just knew, I know not. What I do dkow is that despite his love of school, when school was over for the day, he got to watch what he wanted. What motivation! It seemed as if everday when school time was nearing completion, he would start to let me know that he wanted to lie down and watch a movie. Of course, I would tell him to wait a little bit longer. His next move was to back away from me and move closer to his bed. Of course, his bluff was normally called. When I asked him to come back to the computer, he would laughingly come back to finish our book, word, or song.
Meeting Horses
As I mentioned earlier, Bryant had become fond of taking walks last fall. Most of these walks were limited to the driveway. If we were adventurous we would make it all the way to the nearby cul-de-sac, a new road with few houses and even less traffic, the construction workers were it. However, one day, Christine and I decided to extend our trip a little bit. Instead of turning up the road, we would head straight a little ways longer and reach a horse farm. Our walk started out as usual, Nate acting like a fool with Bryant in tow, running as fast as possible down the driveway. Bryant was having a blast. That is, until, we "forgot" to take the right onto the cul-de-sac. Bryant became instantly nervous. What's going on guys? Christine! We missed the turn! He was ready to turn around so we could get to the new road. Of course the three of us persevered. We continued straight and on our way toward the horses. All the way there, Bryant was wondering what was up. Why we weren't where we were supposed to. He was suspicious. Then we rounded the corner. It was in sight! The horses were in front of us. It took a little while for Bryant to realize that we were at a a farm, and that there were horses right in front of us. As soon as he did, he made a B-line to the electric fence, stoping just short of it. An extremely large horse was staring him down, but with kind eyes. I was shocked. Shocked that Bryant flew over rough ground at near top speed. Shocked that he stopped just before the fence. Shocked that this horse had come right up to him. And shocked that the horse and Bryant were on such friendly terms. What happened next shocked me most of all. As Bryant reached his hand out to this behemoth of a horse, the animal bent his neck down towards Bryant. They both had the same idea; reaching out for a touch. Unfortunately, the fence kept the horse from bending his neck in the right position for the two to touch. But it was clear for any tos ee the desire that each had. Bryant had made another instant connection.