by e v e n t e r » Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:17 am
Annabelle took a deep breath, and called the vet. He soon arrived, and Anna led Mason out to the round pen to see if he was sound. There was the slightest limp to his step, and when the vet checked it over, he concluded, "Just pulled a muscle, luckily he didnt tear a tendon. Some rest, ice, and wraps should fix that up." The vet patched up the leg, and Annabelle thanked him. "Thank you Mase, for trying not to fall on me." She kissed the stallion's muzzle gently, and he nickered, as she put him into the stall.
⊰ Somewhere behind the rider you've вᴇcoмᴇ,
the hours of ᴘᴙʌcтɪcᴇ you've put in, the coaches that have ᴘυsнᴇᴅ yoυ,
the fences you've нɪт, the bones you've вᴙoκᴇɴ, the hard falls you've тʌκᴇɴ,
the loɴɢ ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ , the sнoᴙт ᴅɪsтʌɴcᴇ, the cнɪᴘ, the sтᴙɪᴅᴇs,
the ᴇqυɪтʌтɪoɴ, the sᴡᴇʌт, the тᴇʌᴙs, the вlooᴅ, the вlɪsтᴇᴙs,
the ᴙɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ jᴇʌɴs, the ᴡool jʌcκᴇтs on 100 degree sυммᴇᴙ ᴅʌys,
the lʌмᴇ horse, the cᴙʌzy horse, the "ʌᴙᴇ yoυ sᴇᴙɪoυs?" horse, and ᴇvᴇᴙyтнɪɴɢ in between...
soмᴇᴡнᴇᴙᴇ behind all this is the little girl who fᴇll ɪɴ lovᴇ with the нoᴙsᴇ,
the sᴘoᴙт, and the ɪᴅᴇʌ and ɴᴇvᴇᴙ looκᴇᴅ вʌcκ. ⊱
⊰ ᴇvᴇɴтɪɴɢ ⊱