Horse Tales,Stories,and Poems

Horse Tales,Stories and Poems: Aztecs Story

I was an amazing horse to many people. I was a good jumper and on my first show it went horrible. This is my story in my own words.

My name is Aztec. I am a Grulla Pinto Mustang stallion and this is how my story started. Once I was old enough to be ridden my rider took a bridle and saddle and let me get used to the touch and feeling. She wanted to train me to be a jumper. I didn't know what a "jumper" was at the time but I also didn't know that I would soon find out. When she took me over my first jump I found it easy but that wasn't until the jumps got bigger. We practiced every day until the first horse jumping show came. It was going to be my very first show and I was very confident and excited. We waited for many hours until it was finally out turn. We trotted out into the ring and then cantered around the arena before we went over our first jump. There were 17 other jumps in the whole course. We had made it throughout the first 15 jumps and had only two more to go. It was the really big double jumps. I took a few steps and then leaped. I soared over the jump. I had made the first jump and as I was about to go over the second jump I stopped really quickly and my rider went flying over my head and slammed into the jump. I trotted away in fear that something bad was going to happen because I just threw my rider on my first show. One of the people from the crowd came over and grabbed my reins to stop me. She was a slender and young girl."Easy, easy Aztec. Its gonna be ok." She was calmly talking to me to calm me down. My rider came over to me and slapped me on the rump with her crop. I spooked off to the side."You stupid horse! I trusted you to do good on your first show and to thank me you throw me onto the jump?! Your going to the slaughter tonight!" I was really scared. But then to my amazement the girl from the crowd stood up for me."This poor horse did nothing wrong for you to be doing this to him! Someone in the first row had taken a picture with their flash on and it spoked him! It happens to the other riders too and they don't send their horses to the slaughter house just because it spooked!" I wish that could talk because that girl really knew what she was saying. Obvously my rider didn't know anything about horses."Well then if you think that I'm doing wrong than you can take him! I don't need him anyways! He's useless to me!" I was so glad that I didn't have to be with her anymore. She was nice to me but not all the time. The young girl that was now my new owner was known as Francheska. She took me back to he house and I instantly noticed that she had about 20 other horses including a rare horse breed known as the Akhal-Teke who was a mare named Venus. I am now about 8 years old and doing well on Francheska's farm. Me and Venus have become great friends. I no longer do jumping anymore because of the incident a few years ago. I now go on trail rides with Francheska,her friends and their horses. I am so happy that I am in a better place now with a better person.

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