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Post by Snowflake on Jan 21, 2009 11:02:20 GMT 10
The strong willed and unruly bay colt hauled on the bit, absolutely raring to go. I gritted my teeth, trying to maintain a firm grip on the reins, But Dudley made it difficult. My weakened wrist pained me, making things worse. Come on, Dudley. I said exasperatedly, as I restrained the two year old from breaking into canter. You need to calm down. I grinned suddenly. I had a new threat to make to him. You need to calm down, or I'll be getting you gelded.
As if he understood me (and I was a firm believer that some of the more intelligent horses could) the colt abruptly stopped fighting me. I heaved a sigh of relief, flexing my wrist |
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