Post by smeegal on Oct 2, 2010 19:18:45 GMT -8
HARPER GWENDOLYN MATTHEWS
I don't get my kicks so quick no more
Million dollar fix to nix one girl
The blond moved along on her haflinger, looking around and exploring the trails. Everything was nice and peaceful, until she found herself on odd ground. What? The way the grass the cut and the things that laid scattered on the ground. A sport's field? She had just found a sport's field?
What? Horseback riding in the sports fields? Oh hell yes! The chubby palomino below her snorted, his head unusually high for his lazy stature. He sniffed the air, dark eyes observing his new surroundings.
The blond looked about, reins loose as she observed. What could she jumped over? There we're a few sports equipment left out, including a few nets that we're tipped over. If she approached it right, Sunny would take off at the top, so he wouldn't get caught in the net.
Of course, if Sunny didn't want to be a douche. Harper sighed and moved the plug of a pony into a trot, making him go in big and small circles in both directions, stretching the haflinger's muscles. She clicked her tongue as the gelding started to throw his head up, half rearing slightly. "No!" She exclaimed, softly hitting his rump with her palm.
The gelding landed and moved into a canter like asked. He should know by now that he couldn't get away with anything when his owner was on him. The gelding grunted at every move, hating every moment of it.
"Good boy!" Harper cooed, patting his thick neck. "I know you hate it, but you need to loose weight!" The palomino meerly snorted in response as he slowed to a walk. Harper allowed him to walk slightly, but then moved him into a smooth, collected canter. "UP UP!" She exclaimed as she approached the fallen soccer goal.
The gelding's ears went forward as he moved a bit faster, wanting to get over the obstacle, for he didn't know what it was and he didn't want it to 'get him'. He soared over it and landed with a thump. Harper patted his neck and let him walk.
What? Horseback riding in the sports fields? Oh hell yes! The chubby palomino below her snorted, his head unusually high for his lazy stature. He sniffed the air, dark eyes observing his new surroundings.
The blond looked about, reins loose as she observed. What could she jumped over? There we're a few sports equipment left out, including a few nets that we're tipped over. If she approached it right, Sunny would take off at the top, so he wouldn't get caught in the net.
Of course, if Sunny didn't want to be a douche. Harper sighed and moved the plug of a pony into a trot, making him go in big and small circles in both directions, stretching the haflinger's muscles. She clicked her tongue as the gelding started to throw his head up, half rearing slightly. "No!" She exclaimed, softly hitting his rump with her palm.
The gelding landed and moved into a canter like asked. He should know by now that he couldn't get away with anything when his owner was on him. The gelding grunted at every move, hating every moment of it.
"Good boy!" Harper cooed, patting his thick neck. "I know you hate it, but you need to loose weight!" The palomino meerly snorted in response as he slowed to a walk. Harper allowed him to walk slightly, but then moved him into a smooth, collected canter. "UP UP!" She exclaimed as she approached the fallen soccer goal.
The gelding's ears went forward as he moved a bit faster, wanting to get over the obstacle, for he didn't know what it was and he didn't want it to 'get him'. He soared over it and landed with a thump. Harper patted his neck and let him walk.