The horse came back alone. Sancho Panza saw Don Quixote’s horse Rocinante approach while he was waiting by a broken down windmill, so he wondered if that madman with his crazy set of ideas was going to meet him as they had planned. Sancho enjoyed the excitement and danger that came with following Don Quixote and he knew that he might be late because he was probably out defending the helpless, or slaying some wicked monster. Sancho realized that Quixote was an idealist who wanted to improve the world, but instead he always ended up getting beaten by it. Sancho was the epitome of loyalty, a thing that the world needed badly in these days of chivalry, but this characteristic was definitely in short supply, especially as they struggled to restore virtue in this sinful world. Together they dared to dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, and to bear the unbearable sorrow while never reaching that straw that would break the camel’s back.
Sancho grabbed the reins of Rocinante and recalled that time when Don Quixote saw these clouds of dust coming along the road and he thought that they were two great armies on the brink of battle. Sancho tried to warn his master that the two clouds were actually coming from two herds of sheep, but Don Quixote was a stubborn man who would not listen. Don Quixote rushed into the battle and killed seven sheep before two shepherds throw stones at him and knocked out several of his teeth. As Sancho continued to wait, he thought perhaps Don Quixote might have fallen off his horse again, or it could be that he got drunk and passed out in that tavern, or possibly he got into one of those farting contests that he loves so much. Don Quixote loves to eat cabbage and he does take a fart contest seriously because it is the foundation of what makes people human beings, and that is all that really matters in life.
Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Fridays where the post has to start off with, “The horse came back alone.”