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Part Five - Another World

The combing went smoothly. Even with Chaphar’s mane messed up, it wasn’t too tangled. There was only one good sized knot. “There, done,” Tom said lowering the comb.

“Huh?” Chaphar said opening his eyes. “You’re done?”

“Yup,” Tom said walking away.

“No, it felt so good,” Chaphar said trotting next to him.

“My arm is tired,” Tom said dropping the comb with the other things, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“Fine,” Chaphar said disappointed. “So, what are these other things?”

“Nothing much. A camera, Bible, and letter,” Tom answered sitting down. “I’m hungry.”

“Oh, how selfish of me, I had my evening meal, but I didn’t think about you,” Chaphar said bowing his head. “What you want? I would assume grass is out.”

“A pizza sounds good. Do you got any restaurants around here?”

“Uh, I’m sorry, I have no clue what that is,” Chaphar said looking around.

“It’s a place where…” Tom said but then noticed Chaphar’s complete attention was on him. “Never mind, horses wouldn’t know what one is.” Tom sighed and laid down in the grass.

“I’m sorry that we don’t have the same things as you do where you come from,” Chaphar said laying next to him.

“What, where am I?”

“Well,” Chaphar said looking at Tom. “It’s not the same world as you know.”

“You’re kidding,” Tom said sitting up again. He collapsed again groaning. “Of course it aint my world, I’m in a picture.” Tom sighed long and loud. “But wait a minute,” he said sitting yet again. “If the picture wasn’t taken on earth, then where?”

“I can’t answer that question,” Chaphar answered.

“Why not?” Tom asked looking at him.

“Because I do not know the answer. The bridge between our two worlds has rarely been breached before now. At least to my knowledge.”

Tom glared at Chaphar. “There still must be a place to find food.”

“Yes, I’m sure we can find something you would like to eat,” Chaphar said standing up. “Hop on.”

“I don’t know how to ride horses.”

“You don’t need to; just sit and I’ll do the work.” Tom stood and put the things in his pockets that would fit. The only item left in his hands was the Bible.

“If it makes a difference,” Chaphar said again. “I’ve never had a person on my back either.” Tom shrugged and jumped aboard. “Hold my mane. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” Tom did so and Chaphar galloped away.

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