[sapphirespirit]

Sorry this is late guys, I've had a really rough few weeks.
This boy is based off a leprechaun To win him, fill out the form below.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show name:[/b]
[b]Barn name:[/b]
[b]Breed[/b] : Irish Cob(50 %) X TN Walking Horse (25%) X Connemara pony(12.5%)X Quarter Horse (12.5%)
[b]Color: [/b]Amber Dun Champagne
[b]Markings[/b]: Sabino - (Horse shoe markings, four leaf clover marking)
[b] This boy was being prepared for a show- In honor of St Patrick's Day- they had to be dressed as something Irish- and seeing as how this fellow looks like he even has the leprechaun beard and he's rather short despite his draft heritage. - His handler decided to dress them as leprechauns. - but being the cheeky little trickster he is- He stole his handler's Hat! I've heard its rather difficult to catch a leprechaun.... Tell em how you did it. :[/b] ( 1000 words max)
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Beautiful Picture of Irish Landscape[/b]

Username: Arrows
Show Name: Folktales and Far-Fetched Fables
Barn Name: Fable
Breed: Irish Cob(50 %) X TN Walking Horse (25%) X Connemara pony(12.5%)X Quarter Horse (12.5%)
Color: Amber Dun Champagne
Markings: Sabino - (Horse shoe markings, four leaf clover marking)
This boy was being prepared for a show- In honor of St Patrick's Day- they had to be dressed as something Irish- and seeing as how this fellow looks like he even has the leprechaun beard and he's rather short despite his draft heritage. - His handler decided to dress them as leprechauns. - but being the cheeky little trickster he is- He stole his handler's Hat! I've heard its rather difficult to catch a leprechaun.... Tell em how you did it.:
[Handler's POV]
I wore my green suit along with the cute green hat I so loved as I started brushing Fable relentlessly.
"This will be so fun!" I said in my thick, proper Irish accent. Fable snorted, seeming to not agree. I giggled lightly and continued my brushing.
The two of us has solid, rich Irish history. Not only was Fable part-Irish breeds, but also was born in Ireland. I found him on my yearly visit to the country of green. My mother was born in Ireland, and although my father was born American, he has Irish heritage. I had always loved the country, and continued the tradition of going to Ireland and remind myself if where many of my family, distant and direct, lived and still live. Fable, a peppy foal then, caught my eye instantly when I came across a ranch. I told myself not to, but he was so perfect and enthusiastic! So I brought him back to America with me.
Since then, he's become a bit more obstinate and stubborn then I'd like him to. If missed out on this show for two years now because of his gimmicks. Not this time, Fable.

At least that's what I thought. After meticulously brushing out his long tail, I to his face with green paint, hoping to draw some clovers on his cheeks. Fable here, of course, wasn't ready for his makeover and disliked it. He had other plans I had not been enlightened on. Fable jerked his head from my grasp and then brought it down again, nudging my open paint bottle harshly. I stumbled backwards, tumbling to the ground and having sparkling green paint spill all over my outfit.
"Fable!" I yelled. I saw, to my horror and surprise, that he had gnawed through his newest green lead! The horse leapt forth, eyes on the prize: my green leprechaun hat. "No!" I gasped, my hands flying upward. I wasn't fast enough, and my horse had already snatched it from my head. I flailed and flung myself up just as Fable disappeared around the corner. I started to run after, leaving a trail of green.
"Come back!" I spoke after him, but he hardly look back. Where was he going?
I took a shortcut, turning and weaving through it; I knew this barn better than he. I skidded in front of him, and he turned abruptly in a flash of green. I snatched a rope in the tack room across the hall, fumbling with it. I had just started learning, but nonetheless I chased after him. It whistled above my head and flew through the air.
Slowly, slowly...onto his neck! I tightened it and he stopped quickly. He snorted, confused. He pranced and groaned.
I chuckled and jumped up to him. "Not so fast, my sweet Fable!" I tapped his nose, and gently took the green hat. "For once I've outsmarted you! Because you're so smart!" I tugged him back to his grooming place. He shot me a glance, but I smiled back softly.
My silly boy.

[518 words]

Height: 14.2 HH
Beautiful Picture of Irish Landscape:

This is Dunluce Castle Ruins with the sea as the background. I believe it to be very beautiful.

congrats! cooper. your runner up prize has been posted!

[Arrows]

Username: Arrows
Show Name: Folktales and Far-Fetched Fables
Barn Name: Fable
Breed: Irish Cob(50 %) X TN Walking Horse (25%) X Connemara pony(12.5%)X Quarter Horse (12.5%)
Color: Amber Dun Champagne
Markings: Sabino - (Horse shoe markings, four leaf clover marking)
This boy was being prepared for a show- In honor of St Patrick's Day- they had to be dressed as something Irish- and seeing as how this fellow looks like he even has the leprechaun beard and he's rather short despite his draft heritage. - His handler decided to dress them as leprechauns. - but being the cheeky little trickster he is- He stole his handler's Hat! I've heard its rather difficult to catch a leprechaun.... Tell em how you did it.:
[Handler's POV]
I wore my green suit along with the cute green hat I so loved as I started brushing Fable relentlessly.
"This will be so fun!" I said in my thick, proper Irish accent. Fable snorted, seeming to not agree. I giggled lightly and continued my brushing.
The two of us has solid, rich Irish history. Not only was Fable part-Irish breeds, but also was born in Ireland. I found him on my yearly visit to the country of green. My mother was born in Ireland, and although my father was born American, he has Irish heritage. I had always loved the country, and continued the tradition of going to Ireland and remind myself if where many of my family, distant and direct, lived and still live. Fable, a peppy foal then, caught my eye instantly when I came across a ranch. I told myself not to, but he was so perfect and enthusiastic! So I brought him back to America with me.
Since then, he's become a bit more obstinate and stubborn then I'd like him to. If missed out on this show for two years now because of his gimmicks. Not this time, Fable.

At least that's what I thought. After meticulously brushing out his long tail, I to his face with green paint, hoping to draw some clovers on his cheeks. Fable here, of course, wasn't ready for his makeover and disliked it. He had other plans I had not been enlightened on. Fable jerked his head from my grasp and then brought it down again, nudging my open paint bottle harshly. I stumbled backwards, tumbling to the ground and having sparkling green paint spill all over my outfit.
"Fable!" I yelled. I saw, to my horror and surprise, that he had gnawed through his newest green lead! The horse leapt forth, eyes on the prize: my green leprechaun hat. "No!" I gasped, my hands flying upward. I wasn't fast enough, and my horse had already snatched it from my head. I flailed and flung myself up just as Fable disappeared around the corner. I started to run after, leaving a trail of green.
"Come back!" I spoke after him, but he hardly look back. Where was he going?
I took a shortcut, turning and weaving through it; I knew this barn better than he. I skidded in front of him, and he turned abruptly in a flash of green. I snatched a rope in the tack room across the hall, fumbling with it. I had just started learning, but nonetheless I chased after him. It whistled above my head and flew through the air.
Slowly, slowly...onto his neck! I tightened it and he stopped quickly. He snorted, confused. He pranced and groaned.
I chuckled and jumped up to him. "Not so fast, my sweet Fable!" I tapped his nose, and gently took the green hat. "For once I've outsmarted you! Because you're so smart!" I tugged him back to his grooming place. He shot me a glance, but I smiled back softly.
My silly boy.

[518 words]

Height: 14.2 HH
Beautiful Picture of Irish Landscape:

This is Dunluce Castle Ruins with the sea as the background. I believe it to be very beautiful.

[cooper.]

Username: cooper.
Show Name: Standing on The Cliffs of Moher
Barn Name: Moher
Breed: Irish Cob(50 %) X TN Walking Horse (25%) X Connemara pony(12.5%)X Quarter Horse (12.5%)
Color: Amber Dun Champagne
Markings: Sabino - (Horse shoe markings, four leaf clover marking)
This boy was being prepared for a show- In honor of St Patrick's Day- they had to be dressed as something Irish- and seeing as how this fellow looks like he even has the leprechaun beard and he's rather short despite his draft heritage. - His handler decided to dress them as leprechauns. - but being the cheeky little trickster he is- He stole his handler's Hat! I've heard its rather difficult to catch a leprechaun.... Tell em how you did it. :
One, I never expected to be running around dressed as a leprechaun chasing a horse, for a hat. Two, I don't know why I want the hat back... I just do. Three, I've got to catch Moher. I ran after Moher for about thirty minutes, I got pretty tired after that, in fact I didn't even want to move afterwards. I kind of figured out that I couldn't catch him, he may have been trotting at half speed but he knew how to trick me. All of his on the dime turns threw me off, so I decided to try and trick him myself. I grabbed some of the chocolate golden coins. "C'mon Moher, what kind of leprechaun doesn't like gold?" I said matter factly. It didn't work he just trotted around me with my hat still. "Okay, how about some of those Lucky Charms? You love those." I said as I poured some of the cereal into my hand. I Watched as he slowed to a walk and sauntered up to me. Moher dropped my hat and took the cereal treat from my hand, as he was eating I bent down and grabbed my hat. Before I put my hat on I slipped a green harness on Moher and gave him some more Lucky Charms.
Height: 15.2 hands
Beautiful Picture of Irish Landscape

[sapphirespirit]

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[cooper.]

how many more forms will we need until its judged?

[sapphirespirit]

Username: Arrows
Show Name: Folktales and Far-Fetched Fables
Barn Name: Fable
Breed: Irish Cob(50 %) X TN Walking Horse (25%) X Connemara pony(12.5%)X Quarter Horse (12.5%)
Color: Amber Dun Champagne
Markings: Sabino - (Horse shoe markings, four leaf clover marking)
This boy was being prepared for a show- In honor of St Patrick's Day- they had to be dressed as something Irish- and seeing as how this fellow looks like he even has the leprechaun beard and he's rather short despite his draft heritage. - His handler decided to dress them as leprechauns. - but being the cheeky little trickster he is- He stole his handler's Hat! I've heard its rather difficult to catch a leprechaun.... Tell em how you did it.:
[Handler's POV]
I wore my green suit along with the cute green hat I so loved as I started brushing Fable relentlessly.
"This will be so fun!" I said in my thick, proper Irish accent. Fable snorted, seeming to not agree. I giggled lightly and continued my brushing.
The two of us has solid, rich Irish history. Not only was Fable part-Irish breeds, but also was born in Ireland. I found him on my yearly visit to the country of green. My mother was born in Ireland, and although my father was born American, he has Irish heritage. I had always loved the country, and continued the tradition of going to Ireland and remind myself if where many of my family, distant and direct, lived and still live. Fable, a peppy foal then, caught my eye instantly when I came across a ranch. I told myself not to, but he was so perfect and enthusiastic! So I brought him back to America with me.
Since then, he's become a bit more obstinate and stubborn then I'd like him to. If missed out on this show for two years now because of his gimmicks. Not this time, Fable.

At least that's what I thought. After meticulously brushing out his long tail, I to his face with green paint, hoping to draw some clovers on his cheeks. Fable here, of course, wasn't ready for his makeover and disliked it. He had other plans I had not been enlightened on. Fable jerked his head from my grasp and then brought it down again, nudging my open paint bottle harshly. I stumbled backwards, tumbling to the ground and having sparkling green paint spill all over my outfit.
"Fable!" I yelled. I saw, to my horror and surprise, that he had gnawed through his newest green lead! The horse leapt forth, eyes on the prize: my green leprechaun hat. "No!" I gasped, my hands flying upward. I wasn't fast enough, and my horse had already snatched it from my head. I flailed and flung myself up just as Fable disappeared around the corner. I started to run after, leaving a trail of green.
"Come back!" I spoke after him, but he hardly look back. Where was he going?
I took a shortcut, turning and weaving through it; I knew this barn better than he. I skidded in front of him, and he turned abruptly in a flash of green. I snatched a rope in the tack room across the hall, fumbling with it. I had just started learning, but nonetheless I chased after him. It whistled above my head and flew through the air.
Slowly, slowly...onto his neck! I tightened it and he stopped quickly. He snorted, confused. He pranced and groaned.
I chuckled and jumped up to him. "Not so fast, my sweet Fable!" I tapped his nose, and gently took the green hat. "For once I've outsmarted you! Because you're so smart!" I tugged him back to his grooming place. He shot me a glance, but I smiled back softly.
My silly boy.

[518 words]

Height: 14.2 HH
Beautiful Picture of Irish Landscape:

This is Dunluce Castle Ruins with the sea as the background. I believe it to be very beautiful.

congrats! cooper. Your runner up prize has been posted. ^^

[Arrows]

Oh, he's amazing! I love him!