"Are you sure you're pure muscle." Kourtney teased. "Yeah, see I'm only like 106. And obviously you're stronger. A, you're a guy and B you work at the barn alot."
Night snorted, nudging Arctic again. "I'll be fine, like I said this is your chance with an owner." Night nuzzler the tall stallion reassuringly.
Ashley reach up, slowly trying to halter Arctic. "Easy boy, easy Arctic."
(I have a 100 pound Aunt who's in her twenties. I don't think it's healthy to be that skinny....)
















