A couple months ago I had sent in a form for the Mustang Makeover. I didn't expect to get in or get a mustang, I had just sent it in to try my luck. One day a letter from the Mustang Makeover people came, the letter that would change my entire summer...
My truck pulled up in the parking lot. As I got out, I looked around at the corrals. In these corrals were mustangs, truly wild ones. I had never seen such a thing in my entire life. "Well, I better get going." I told myself, looking away from the mustangs "They won't wait all day." As I walked in, I noticed all the people that had gathered to get their mustang. Numbers had already been assigned, it would go by quickly. My number was finally called, and as I looked around I saw her. The mare that I was assigned. She was covered in mud. She didn't looked scared but confused. I walked up to her corral, and I saw the wonder in her eyes. It seemed that she didn't know what had happened, or at least most of it. One of the staff opened her corral, and she quickly fled to the back of her corral. "Good luck with this one. Oh, and a little tip. Always have a plan with this mare, always." the man said. I nodded my head, and then he walked back to the others.
I backed the truck and trailer up by the back of her corral, and opened the back gate. She bolted when I got close to her, and she had no place to go but the trailer. She hesitated at first, but then moved in as I got closer. I shut the trailer doors slowly, doing my best not to spook her more then I already had. As I got in the truck, I could hear her trying her best to get out. She was kicking the trailer, trying to bust it open. "I'm sorry my dear, but a trailer is meant to keep you inside." I say, and start the drive home.
As soon as she's out of the trailer and in the runout, she seems happier. She kicks her legs up like a foal and gallops off. "What are you going to name her?" Tara, my sister and stable hand, asks me. "Her coat and personality reminds me of a deer. Maybe something to do with a deer?" I say, and my sister rushes off to find her baby name books. After flipping through several pages, she finds the names that mean deer. "Hinda is a name that means deer." Tara reads. I nod my head. "That's the one." I say, still not taking my eyes off the mare. She bucks and gallops playfully, and I smile. Hinda may be hard to train, but it will be worth it. I can feel it.
Notes:
Always have a plan
Needs wash ASAP