I get to the barn at 11:15 and everyone is already out and riding. They asked me if I wanted to ride English with them and I knew I had to. "Yes of course, I love English" Chucka was already in her stall waiting for a day of excitement. My best friend faith and her pony blue were already out and warming up. I joined her. She asked me if I wanted to play a round of chase me Charlie. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I said yes, blue can jump 2'4 with ease " I won't win, you know that faith". I think I can get Chucka to jump higher than that though. " have a little faith in yourselves" we do. We started the competition at 1'8 and we both cleared the jump. Moving on to 2'0. That was easier than I thought it would be. I jump right to 2,3 and that is where Faith and blue were eliminated from the competition. I kept jumping till we hit the bar at 2'9 an was eliminated as well. I talked to my mom later that night at supper. I watched her expression closely. She was not happy." No more English riding, you need to focus on your barrel racing." She really pisses me off sometimes.
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Show jumper??
Ficção GeralA 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??
