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You can't shame me
Barn Name:
Licia
Gender:
Mare
Colour:
Classic Cream Champagne Near-Leopard
Appaloosa
Genotype:
Ee/aa/nCr/ChCh/nLp [PATN1 patn1]◣...........................................◢╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗
Short Story;;
{1st person--Licia}
Just another day on the ranch, that's what I would have liked to think. The fresh smell of the new morning dew on the refreshed grass, and the small pitter patter of the rain in the mud. The taste of the soothing hay, and crunchy oats; the feel of fresh pine shaving under my hooves; the wet grass soaking my legs when I'd go to the pasture. No. Today was different. The feeling in the air was..humid, the rushing around of the people's feet, the frantic neighing of horses as they were quickly untacked and put in stalls filled with fresh bedding. But there was one small problem...no horses were ever ridden on Mondays. I couldn't help but want to panic as well. Everything was different now, they gave me less hay, less time to rest. The next thing I knew, I was in the isle, being tacked up by a young boy.
he had hair that was as orange as the moon in autumn, and a skin color as pale as the cold snow on a winter's evening. He worse a tight blue jacket, and some black breeches, with some tall black boots. He didn't have a helmet on yet, and i could see he was reaching for it in my peripheral vision. He soon put it on, clicking the two buckles. He then continued to groom my fur. It was aggravating, they changed the schedule again. My tail was lifted in fried anticipation at the thought of working today, and not to mention the girth. I wasn't ready for the girth yet, oh no! He began to sling it around my belly, moving to my left side, and I began to panic, my ears went back in fear, and i lifted my head, ready for the oncoming battle.
I felt it slowly tightening, and I finally held my breath. He changed from side to side, lifting the saddle saddle pad to adjust my girth. It got tighter, and tighter till I couldn't keep it any more. I let out a rough whinny and I backed up. I heard him telling my e softly to stand, but I fidgeted in my fur, and in the saddlepads and saddle that laid on my rounded back. When he tried to touch my head, I swung it away with a eye of white, panicked as I tried to get away.I'm not ready! I kept neighing. It's to early! I could only keep walking, only keep turning, and swinging my head, threatening to kick if needed. Till finally one of the people I knew stepped up and soothed me. They gently rubbed my forehead, and before I knew it, I was ready to go. The girth was tight, yeah, but I felt better now. She had given me a small peppermint candy cane to, so I wasn't to scared now, except for the fact, that because I hadn't behaved, the untightned girth could cause the small kid to fall off, and a big red welt would aspire right on his icy face.
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