I get to the barn and everyone has already been there and taken there horse out. I open the freezer door and grab a bucked of rolled oats. I unlatch the stall door leading to the pasture and start wildly shaking the bucket, pulling all the horses towards me. Chucka walks right into the barn to be loved and groomed. I stride to the back room to grab my tack, dropping almost everything as I walk to the saddle holders. Chucka seems to be in a good mood, I hope she will be good around the track. I slowly pace to the indoor arena where I warm her up. "SHE WAS AMAZING TODAY" I happily say to my mother
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Show jumper??
Ficción GeneralA young girl named Gracie is getting tired of speed... Her pony Chucka can not compete against all the quarter horses and thoroughbreds... She wants to be a jumper but how will her coach and mother react??
