I unload April and put her into a stall. I fill up a bucket with water and put that in the stall with her. She's so pretty.
I take her out on the crossties and braid her mane and tail. I pick some purple flowers that grow around her and put them in her mane and tail.
"Oh, April. You look like your from a fairy tail!" I squeal, jumping up and down. April throws her head into the air and takes a few steps back.
I stop jumping. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I apologize to her. Mom walks into the barn.
"Hey, there. How're you doing." she asks me. I shrug.
"Okay, I guess. Look at April!" I exclaim.
"Wow, she looks great! You did a nice job with her." mom states, before walking back to the house. I tack up April and ride her in the nice arena we have.
She's a great pony. I'm really glad that I got her.
--------------The next morning------------------
I wake up feeling very nauseous. I go into the bathroom and sit by the toilet for ten minutes. Finally, I throw up.
I go down stairs to tell my mom. I'm about to walk back up to my room, but mom stops me.
"I'm sorry that your sick, but you still have to take care of your pony." she says to my. I groan and go out to feed April.
Worst day ever.
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High Hopes
General FictionHaley loves horses, but she grew up in New York City, so she could never own one. But when she finds out that she's moving to Tennessee it's a dream come true. She plans on starting a horse rescue. Haley definitely has some high hopes.
