Post by fawncallister on Jan 8, 2011 16:18:13 GMT -8
• It's where you came from The sons and daughters
• In all their glory It's gonna shape them[/color]
• And when they clash And come together[/color]
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She shut the piece of junk truck off before climbing out. Her little brothers James and Arthur darting out to go see their pony. "Hey! What about the-!" they were long gone. She grabbed the horse laundry, which she had wanted them to help with, and then started into the barn. She stuffed the unrolled polos and blankets into her trunk and then got Jazzy Boy out. He bellowed lazily before bumping his nose into her shoulder. 'Carrot?' he seemed to ask. She smiled and pulled out a few carrot bits from her back pocket.
"You wanna go out boy? Now that the weather has cleared a little?" she asked, before grabbing his halter and slipping it over his head. He thrust his head into the halter eagerly, knowing he'd be going outside soon. She walked him to the cross ties and groomed him up before replacing his heavy blanket with his light sheet and she walked him out to his pasture, tugging on his stud chain when he started to be too hard to handle. She reached the pasture, stepped in side, pulled out a carrot, handed it over and quickly took off his halter. The second he finished the carrot he took off bucking and running.
Fawn locked the gate up and then went to go grab TitTat. She pulled the dark bay gelding bellowed and nudged her softly, sniffing her all around for carrots. "You know the rules," she said, "No carrots before we ride." His ears perked at the word and his eyes sparkled mischievously. "Come on."
She led him out of his pasture and walked him inside to the tie racks. She began to rub down his body with her curry. Unlike most sensitive thoroughbreds, he enjoyed his grooming time. He'd lean into the curry and try to rub himself if she wasn't there to hold the curry.
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