What If The Rolling Stones.......

Came To The Barn

"Charlie, Charlie, Charlie! Wanna come to the barn with me?"
I shout at a half asleep Char.

"Uh, uh, um....."
He stutters.

"Come on, please, please, please Charlie!?"
I say.

"I don't see why not, let's go."
Charlie says.

We get dressed, and eat.

"Where you guys off to in a hurry?"
Mick asks.

"The barn."
I say.

"Ooh, I wanna come!"
Brian says in Union with Bill.

"Ok."

"Can we come to?"
Mick asks gestering to both him and Keith.

"You all can come!"
I say.

We get ready, pile into the car, and head off.
I'm wedged between Mick and Bill.

When we arrive I walk over to my trainer to find out who I'm riding and its Junior!(of course)

"Who is it? Who is it?"
Mick asks.

"Guess."
I say

"Corey?"
Mick answers.

"Nope."

"Buster!"
Bill shouts.

"Sorry, no."

"Savvy?"
Keith guessed.

"This should be easy! Favorite horse!"
I say.

"Pippa!"
Charlie says.

"Wait, favorite-
Brian starts.

"Junior!!!!!"
Bill, Brian, and Mick shout at once as the rest of us cover our ears.

"Took you long enough."
I say walking up to Junior who's sticking his head out.

"Hi buddy! I missed you."
I say petting him.

I grab his halter and lead open the door, as Mick holds it so Junior doesn't open it(like always).

I take him out and of course all The Stones wanna pet him.

"Ron, what you doing mate?"
Brian asked.

"Keeping my distance."

Brian shakes his head.

The guys help me brush Junior, and they all pet, and take pictures with my horse as I get the tack.

Mick helps with the saddle, Brian helps with the girth, and Charlie and Bill help with the bride.

They take selfies with me and Junior.

Charlie begs me to let him walk Junior to the ring, and how can I say no?

All of a sudden when I open the gate for Charlie, Mick breaks into song:"Wild, wild horses. Couldn't drag me away."

I smile, and pick up a verse. "Well I watched you suffer, a dull aching pain. Cause now you decided, to show me...." And so on.

The boys smile at me as I put the stirrups down, tighten the girth and get on.

They're ALL taking pictures and recording me.

When I was done, they all said I was a great rider, and we walked back to the barn.