[myk]

Story Contest!

To win this gal, write a short story about how her beads! Be creative, and don't write a whole book!
Minimum words: 250 ; no max but don't write a book x3

Owner: LadyAlpha
Name: Gifted and Talented "Presley"
Gender: Mare
Age: 8
Height: 16 hh
Story: "Radar, no!" Mary shouted in dismay as the mutt dashed past her, a green string clenched in his teeth and beads scattering behind him. "Y'know, this wouldn't happen if you didn't keep your Derby prospects next to your Tekes," came a sarcastic and fatigued voice from behind her. Spinning, she was surprised to find sandy-haired Dylan trudging up the path the dog had just scampered by on. "I caught Red swinging the thing around. Must've snatched it off her when she ran by in the next paddock. The dog got it off him and took off before I could catch him," the man huffed before adding, "the only thing that'll fix that mutt is a darn lobotomy." Mary chuckled in her usual good nature. "Don't worry, it won't be hard to get her a new string. She needs her mane shaved anyhow," she stated, grabbing her keys off of a bench and heading for the barn. "Might as well get all that out of the way while it's still light out."
Presley could be heard ceaselessly swaying and pawing in the trailer as it rumbled down the farm road, up towards the groomer's place that supplied Mary with the special strings for her Tekes. It was a shame, a real shame, that Mary didn't keep her Tekes - they were raised, trained, and then sold. Horses were unfortunately business - until she had more money, Mary wouldn't be able to keep her own horse. She'd only had Presley for a month, but already she was making big progress.
Mary and the groomer made small talk as the man worked quietly on the new horse. They discussed her gorgeous dip, her high-strung disposition, and her name. "How does 'Gifted and Talented' become 'Presley'?" he inquired. Mary chuckled. "Well..."
"A few weeks ago I was at a horse show to get her socialized. There were kids everywhere. Well anyway, this one little girl - probably 6 or 7 years old - comes running up and tells me, "Miss, you have a beautiful horse." And I said thanks and she asked me what her name was, so I told her and she goes, "Gift like Present?" And I chuckled and said sure and she told me, "Miss, your horse's name is too long!" And I thought for a bit about gifts and presents and whatnot until I blurted, "Presley." And the kid says, "That's beautiful!" So I called her Presley for the rest of the show, and while she practically hit the roof, at least she had a name."
The old groomer chuckled, steadying the flighty mare with a gnarled hand. "Some story you've got for her," he spoke as he lifted the revered string for Mary to view. Mary nodded, taking the beaded string and softly twisting the smooth beads. 'Purple's a good color for her,' she thought absentmindedly. Carefully, she looped it around the mare's neck and knotted it. The filly jumped and started swinging her head. "I'm gonna miss this one," Mary sighed, giving the mare a pat before untying her from the rail and leading her newly shiny mare back to the trailer.
"Kasey!" Mary looked shocked to see her old friend standing near one of the barns. The young adult had her hands in her pockets as she nodded to acknowledge her, stepping out of the way of the trailer. After the obligatory small hug and small talk, Mary asked Kasey her purpose. "Think it's time I got me a 'Teke," the 20-year-old drawled. "I've got a nut in the trailer," Mary joked, earning herself a small grin. "Suppose I could take a look."
Presley practically bolted down the trailer, her eyes rolling with excitement. Mary sighed as she half-dragged the mare to a stop in front of Kasey. "Sorry, she's a little-" Before she could finish, Kasey cut her off and started walking slowly around the mare, taking her in with sharp eyes and low murmurs. "She's a challenge," she finally commented, coming to a stop. Mary gulped. "'Like it. I'll take 'er. How much?" Mary couldn't believe her ears. As they haggled over a price, the energetic filly paced and bobbed, as if she knew there was something to be excited about. "Beautiful string," Kasey commented as she took her lead line. "Bye girl, see you soon," Mary chirped, patting the Teke's rump. The mare shook her head and then clopped energetically up Kasey's huge trailer ramp. With a chuckle, Mary called, "Hey, Kasey, don't keep her next to the thoroughbreds!"

Buckskin Roan - Ee Aa nCr Rr
Small Blue Roan Dip

[silver ~]

Owner: ~Silverpelt~
Name: Medusa
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 years
Height: 16 hh

possiable resevre if time plays out right :3

[caf.]

Owner: LadyAlpha
Name: Gifted and Talented "Presley"
Gender: Mare
Age: 8
Height: 16 hh
Story: "Radar, no!" Mary shouted in dismay as the mutt dashed past her, a green string clenched in his teeth and beads scattering behind him. "Y'know, this wouldn't happen if you didn't keep your Derby prospects next to your Tekes," came a sarcastic and fatigued voice from behind her. Spinning, she was surprised to find sandy-haired Dylan trudging up the path the dog had just scampered by on. "I caught Red swinging the thing around. Must've snatched it off her when she ran by in the next paddock. The dog got it off him and took off before I could catch him," the man huffed before adding, "the only thing that'll fix that mutt is a darn lobotomy." Mary chuckled in her usual good nature. "Don't worry, it won't be hard to get her a new string. She needs her mane shaved anyhow," she stated, grabbing her keys off of a bench and heading for the barn. "Might as well get all that out of the way while it's still light out."
Presley could be heard ceaselessly swaying and pawing in the trailer as it rumbled down the farm road, up towards the groomer's place that supplied Mary with the special strings for her Tekes. It was a shame, a real shame, that Mary didn't keep her Tekes - they were raised, trained, and then sold. Horses were unfortunately business - until she had more money, Mary wouldn't be able to keep her own horse. She'd only had Presley for a month, but already she was making big progress.
Mary and the groomer made small talk as the man worked quietly on the new horse. They discussed her gorgeous dip, her high-strung disposition, and her name. "How does 'Gifted and Talented' become 'Presley'?" he inquired. Mary chuckled. "Well..."
"A few weeks ago I was at a horse show to get her socialized. There were kids everywhere. Well anyway, this one little girl - probably 6 or 7 years old - comes running up and tells me, "Miss, you have a beautiful horse." And I said thanks and she asked me what her name was, so I told her and she goes, "Gift like Present?" And I chuckled and said sure and she told me, "Miss, your horse's name is too long!" And I thought for a bit about gifts and presents and whatnot until I blurted, "Presley." And the kid says, "That's beautiful!" So I called her Presley for the rest of the show, and while she practically hit the roof, at least she had a name."
The old groomer chuckled, steadying the flighty mare with a gnarled hand. "Some story you've got for her," he spoke as he lifted the revered string for Mary to view. Mary nodded, taking the beaded string and softly twisting the smooth beads. 'Purple's a good color for her,' she thought absentmindedly. Carefully, she looped it around the mare's neck and knotted it. The filly jumped and started swinging her head. "I'm gonna miss this one," Mary sighed, giving the mare a pat before untying her from the rail and leading her newly shiny mare back to the trailer.
"Kasey!" Mary looked shocked to see her old friend standing near one of the barns. The young adult had her hands in her pockets as she nodded to acknowledge her, stepping out of the way of the trailer. After the obligatory small hug and small talk, Mary asked Kasey her purpose. "Think it's time I got me a 'Teke," the 20-year-old drawled. "I've got a nut in the trailer," Mary joked, earning herself a small grin. "Suppose I could take a look."
Presley practically bolted down the trailer, her eyes rolling with excitement. Mary sighed as she half-dragged the mare to a stop in front of Kasey. "Sorry, she's a little-" Before she could finish, Kasey cut her off and started walking slowly around the mare, taking her in with sharp eyes and low murmurs. "She's a challenge," she finally commented, coming to a stop. Mary gulped. "'Like it. I'll take 'er. How much?" Mary couldn't believe her ears. As they haggled over a price, the energetic filly paced and bobbed, as if she knew there was something to be excited about. "Beautiful string," Kasey commented as she took her lead line. "Bye girl, see you soon," Mary chirped, patting the Teke's rump. The mare shook her head and then clopped energetically up Kasey's huge trailer ramp. With a chuckle, Mary called, "Hey, Kasey, don't keep her next to the thoroughbreds!"

[Nevriande]

Owner: Nevriande
    Name: Guardian of the Woods
    Gender: Mare
    Age: 7
    Height: 16 hh

[myk]

Owner: LadyAlpha
Name: Gifted and Talented "Presley"
Gender: Mare
Age: 8
Height: 16 hh
Story: "Radar, no!" Mary shouted in dismay as the mutt dashed past her, a green string clenched in his teeth and beads scattering behind him. "Y'know, this wouldn't happen if you didn't keep your Derby prospects next to your Tekes," came a sarcastic and fatigued voice from behind her. Spinning, she was surprised to find sandy-haired Dylan trudging up the path the dog had just scampered by on. "I caught Red swinging the thing around. Must've snatched it off her when she ran by in the next paddock. The dog got it off him and took off before I could catch him," the man huffed before adding, "the only thing that'll fix that mutt is a darn lobotomy." Mary chuckled in her usual good nature. "Don't worry, it won't be hard to get her a new string. She needs her mane shaved anyhow," she stated, grabbing her keys off of a bench and heading for the barn. "Might as well get all that out of the way while it's still light out."
Presley could be heard ceaselessly swaying and pawing in the trailer as it rumbled down the farm road, up towards the groomer's place that supplied Mary with the special strings for her Tekes. It was a shame, a real shame, that Mary didn't keep her Tekes - they were raised, trained, and then sold. Horses were unfortunately business - until she had more money, Mary wouldn't be able to keep her own horse. She'd only had Presley for a month, but already she was making big progress.
Mary and the groomer made small talk as the man worked quietly on the new horse. They discussed her gorgeous dip, her high-strung disposition, and her name. "How does 'Gifted and Talented' become 'Presley'?" he inquired. Mary chuckled. "Well..."
"A few weeks ago I was at a horse show to get her socialized. There were kids everywhere. Well anyway, this one little girl - probably 6 or 7 years old - comes running up and tells me, "Miss, you have a beautiful horse." And I said thanks and she asked me what her name was, so I told her and she goes, "Gift like Present?" And I chuckled and said sure and she told me, "Miss, your horse's name is too long!" And I thought for a bit about gifts and presents and whatnot until I blurted, "Presley." And the kid says, "That's beautiful!" So I called her Presley for the rest of the show, and while she practically hit the roof, at least she had a name."
The old groomer chuckled, steadying the flighty mare with a gnarled hand. "Some story you've got for her," he spoke as he lifted the revered string for Mary to view. Mary nodded, taking the beaded string and softly twisting the smooth beads. 'Purple's a good color for her,' she thought absentmindedly. Carefully, she looped it around the mare's neck and knotted it. The filly jumped and started swinging her head. "I'm gonna miss this one," Mary sighed, giving the mare a pat before untying her from the rail and leading her newly shiny mare back to the trailer.
"Kasey!" Mary looked shocked to see her old friend standing near one of the barns. The young adult had her hands in her pockets as she nodded to acknowledge her, stepping out of the way of the trailer. After the obligatory small hug and small talk, Mary asked Kasey her purpose. "Think it's time I got me a 'Teke," the 20-year-old drawled. "I've got a nut in the trailer," Mary joked, earning herself a small grin. "Suppose I could take a look."
Presley practically bolted down the trailer, her eyes rolling with excitement. Mary sighed as she half-dragged the mare to a stop in front of Kasey. "Sorry, she's a little-" Before she could finish, Kasey cut her off and started walking slowly around the mare, taking her in with sharp eyes and low murmurs. "She's a challenge," she finally commented, coming to a stop. Mary gulped. "'Like it. I'll take 'er. How much?" Mary couldn't believe her ears. As they haggled over a price, the energetic filly paced and bobbed, as if she knew there was something to be excited about. "Beautiful string," Kasey commented as she took her lead line. "Bye girl, see you soon," Mary chirped, patting the Teke's rump. The mare shook her head and then clopped energetically up Kasey's huge trailer ramp. With a chuckle, Mary called, "Hey, Kasey, don't keep her next to the thoroughbreds!"

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