Camp!Horse riding rotation 1/11/17
Nervously standing on the vermilion mounting block, the dark chestnut gelding stood still waiting to bear the weight about to be plunged on his back. Everything was ant-sized, the sun made everything unbearable to touch.
The moment the lead rope sagged to the ground, Boston trotted off, oblivious the sharp tugs the rider gave him.Trotting off with no care in the world, he followed the scent of sweet hay all the way to the bucket.But somthing unexepted happened, Boston lunged forward to the bucket.Terrifed the great beast will would buck me off, I restrained him with a amighty tug and kick and we set off to the arena.
The arena is a huge building with rough bark littering the floor. bright blue barrels stood dutifully at each corner.Boston took each corner with delight and achievement.
The arena is a huge building with rough bark littering the floor. bright blue barrels stood dutifully at each corner.Boston took each corner with delight and achievement.
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