I walked up the drive of the stables, looking at the horses in the paddocks. They were munching on the green grass. I smiled, inhaling the horsey smell. After a bit I came to the barn, I walked in and stopped to pet all the horses as I went past.
Froyo. Who's name was actually Frozen Royalty. Bel. Who's show name was La Vie Belle. Jo who was a beginner horse. Life. Her full name was Eternal Life. Decoy, his name was To Decoy the Desire. Tramp, who's name was Love at Last and I couldn't find the pony I usually rode Buttermilk Boy. Or as I called him, Milky. He was a short and fat pony with black mane and creamy body. I'd ridden him for as long as I'd been riding here for. He arrived when he was three, I'd ridden him, trained him, loved him. We were a team. Everyone knew me for riding him because no one else could. I headed to the arena only to see him being ridden by my instructor. He was bucking and rearing as my instructor whipped him to keep him moving forward. Tears sprung into my eyes. Why was he doing this?
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