Oliver

Chapter 2

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The next day, Oliver was in a better mood than usual, he had his ears pricked for almost the entire day.. until a horse came up and bit him on the neck, then he was back to his old self
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Jessy was getting all her stuff lined out for the day, and she also had a checklist of what she was going to do and work on with Olly. She was going to wear her navy breeches, mint green polo and her tredstep boots, and she was also going to use a mint green saddle pad/numnah for Oliver. *her mom walks in* and she said "Is this really a good idea?" Jessy turned around and smiled "Of course, why wouldn't it be", Jess's mom frowned and replied " because your trainer called me and said she doesn't want to be responsible for the death of Jessy " Jessy's eyes widened and she screamed "HE IS NOT DANGEROUS, OLIVER IS THE SWEETEST HORSE IVE EVER MET", her mom stepped back and took a deap breath then she walked down the stairs. As Jessy was getting ready, It was time for Oliver to get his feed! he was always the last horse to get it but he didnt get very excited like the other horses did because he only got 1/3 of a bucket and the rest got 2/3. Mrs.Jones was coming down to feed him, when she was just about to go in, she found Oliver lying down and staring at her

for once Olly looked safe, but she didn't take any chances, any time she went close to Oliver she had this wipe just incase he tried to kick or bite her.

Jessy was just about to get out of the car and her mom grabbed her arm, "Mom.. can you let go please" Jessy sighed, "I just don't want you to get hurt"her mom said. Jessy pulled her arm away,  slammed the door behind her and walked across the yard and into the tack room. She was confused because all the saddles that were western had the horses name tag on it, but she couldn't find Oliver's, just then she found and English saddle, it was up pretty high so she had to get a stool, when she was able to reach she grabbed the saddle and pulled it down, it was extremely dusty, but it looked expensive so she took great care of it. She didn't know if this was Olly's saddle or not so she went into Mrs. Jones and asked "Sorry, but is this Oliver's saddle" She looked up and said "Yes but your not going to ride him are you" Jessy rolled her eyes and replied "Of course, I heard he is the best for jumping" Mrs. Jones nodded her head and smiled "Have fun, Jessy" She smiled back and went skipping off to get his bridle.

Oliver was out in the field eating fresh new grass and he heard a whistling sound, It was the girl who was with him last week, he remembered that her name was Jessica. He neighed at her, when she got closer but soon his ears dropped to see that she had his dark brown saddle and bridle, he walked to the back of the field where he could not be seen and started eating again. Jessy  grabbed his brown and stiff bridle then she went into the field and started calling out "OLIVER.. Oliver, you here buddy". Olly couldn't resist that nice, warm yell but he took his time because he started to look for that long whip that Mrs. Jones used on him but when he couldn't see it he trotted up to her and put his big head in her arms. "Why do they all say bad things about you, you haven't got a bad bone in your body" she said while she patted him on the neck, but he did and Oliver knew he wasn't going to be the horse he was 4 years ago but he could at least be nice.