Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 1, 2008 11:01:42 GMT -5
Something stupid I just typed up with Kris and Martini or is it me and my gelding in the future? Who knows.lol. But either way I just got bored and decided to type something since I already have enough posts. Give me a rating of a 0 to a 10 but if you wanna go lower than a 0 it is fine with me. It is cheesy but I just got bored. The characters by the way is not me but my friend, Shannon. The other however is just a random name.lol.
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Medium brown hair slithered through the cold summer morning, the clock read nine but it felt more like two. Temperatures were dropping each day but some days it felt like the actual summer, today was the big day. Her first time at a horse show with him, it would. No no, it had to be amazing. Training over the entire summer had put them both in fit physical and mental condition. Also another mental connection had been made, today was their day to shine. Lips pursed together as she halted at the doorway of the aisle, the low leveled whistle escaped. Rustling in the straw as a grunt was heard a few yards down, then the big brown head appeared. A star on his head made him look like an angel and put him in perfect proportion. Her little monster, yes indeed he was. He had given her the most bruises than she got when she got bucked off. On two feet she was a human bruise and play toy to him. When on his back they weren't a boy and a girl they were both best friends. More like a family connection or tie really. Ears were pricked over his messy mane as one was leaned to the side. Instead of teasing him anymore she approached him with a grin on her face. Even at nine in the morning they had to be at the show by two but maybe the show was to serious?
Reaching his stall her hand was cupped and put into the air as he immediately leaned into it before a loud squeal was heard next door. Another grin crossed the girl's face, standing five foot and two inches her handsome boy was only fourteen and three hands. The lovely creature next door was sixteen and two hands with a star as well. A reason why she loved them both, they shone like the stars. For her three year old baby boy the size of a pony he had started training and her trainer said he was ready for a walk, trot, canter class. As for the lovely nine year old big girl next door she had been in the hunter circle since she was eight. Since the beginning of the summer she had the gelding but the mare had been hers long before. Both went on trail rides and both showed improvement everyday.
Poptart and Miss America were the names of the gelding and mare. If anyone guessed Miss America as the gelding then they have no mind at all. Poptart a handsome pony gelding a mixture between a Connemara and a Paint horse, a star on his head and in the perfect shade of a chestnut bay coloring. As for Miss America she was a cross between a Connemara and a Thoroughbred, and was a darker shaded bay with a star and four stockings. Poptart had no stockings and just his little gray star. At that the girl heard the footsteps of someone else it was her best friend. Here to ride Miss America, the summer trails had been foggy an hour earlier but it had looked fine. A new day in the middle of summer and their parents weren't awake yet. Small parties often got their parents to sleep in late which meant perfect time for trail rides and you always needed a buddy.
Greeting hugs were shared between the two girls were were the same age and around the same height. Hunter green halter wrapped into one girl's hands as the baby blue halter was wrapped into the other. Miss America had been given the hunter green colored halter for Christmas and Poptart had been given the baby blue halter. Before the story goes farther the two girls were Shannon, the good friend, and her partner in crime with the two horses. The smallest of the two at five foot two named Jessie. Her real named being Jessica but had been called Jessie for a while. Jessie set the baby blue halter over the pony's small framed head as he gave in easily than the day before.
Saddles weren't in tack rooms like most stables but were in tack trunks or on saddle stands outside the stalls. Well for these two horses at least, or should I say horse and large pony? Shannon had gotten the mare groomed and spiffy within ten minutes while Jessie took her time. Black hair in the gelding's mane seemed like it was like thorns so rough and disgusting. After the ride she'd immediately give him a bath. Checking her watch it was half past nine and the horseshow was in a couple hours but she wasn't gonna worry. The four would be back before anyone noticed. Miss America had been using a standing martingale and a harsh bit when Jessie got her and noticed the different when she changed the bridle to a hacamore and the martingale to a galloping one instead. It was greatly appreciated by the mare just from her showing and career improvement. Small shows with fences under two feet were the challenges they came over but fences higher than that around two foot and six inches on trails. As for Poptart he used a regular D-Bit with a standing martingale because he tossed his head but was learning to drop his head instead.
Poptart was finally tacked up and it was quarter of ten and the girls both started to talk to one another about something weird or random that had happened. Both with bright smiles they each put there mounts next to the tack trunks outside the stalls. Putting themselves on the mounting blocks tthey put one foot in the stirrup and pulled themselves into the saddle. A recent study in a magazine had showed that getting on a horse from the ground like they had before that hurt a horse's back sometimes. Jessie or Shannon didn't want that for the horses, not just Jessie's horses but any of the lesson horses. With the two setting at a smooth rythm walk out the stables they both brushed their hands on a golden horseshoe. They did it each time they left the stable with or without the horses.
Coats still wrapped around them the two horses had their thin blankets on their hind ends. An awkward summer was what it had been, freezing temperatures the girls thought it was something weird. Jessie soon remembered that her boarding fee was do soon and it was only fifty dollars per horse since she worked off the rest of the money along with Shannon. Even though Shannon didn't own her own horse completely she had half ownership in Miss America. Which meant that Shannon was going to ride the mare in the horseshow in the hunter division over the two foot fences for the third time that summer. As for Jessie she was going to ride Poptart in a walk, trot and a walk, trot, canter division and a command and pleasure class. For the two girls and the two horses their entire summer was going to be great.
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Yeah it really sucks but eh I got sort of bored. Also if you do rate it tell me what I can work on and what you do like about it please. =)