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Today was the day before the State Horse Show. First off was Halter. Everyone was required to do the Halter class. So I shined up Spurs and got his show halter. I hated Halter class. It's slow but it's good for your horse to have manners.

I walked into the ring with about 50 other horses and lined up on the end waiting for the others to go. After about 10 girls my name was called. I walked forward and stopped. I nodded to the judge and trotted to the next cone. Then we pivoted to the left and walked up to the next cone. There we had to do a big circle around the cone. Then we walked up to the judge.

The judge was wearing jeans and a overcoat like they wear in the hunt seat classes. Her boots were red and black cowboy boots.

"Good boy Spurs" I whispered

"Pretty horse, he looks like a runner." The judge said

"Yes ma'am" I replied

"Good I knew I thought I've seen you before aren't you the big "barrel racing queen?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good. Good. Good. Good. Good," she said, "do you have a trainer?"

"Yes ma'am his name is Cole"

"Cole! As in Cole Smith?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Oh he was my barrel racing trainer. He's a good teacher. You should keep him handy. Of you want to get on the Olympic team. Because that feeling is amazing."

"Wait you were on the Olympic team?"

"Yes don't you recognize me? I won the gold medal for barrel racing for the USA."

"Wait, are you are Megan Fox?"

"Yes ma'am. Now you better get back to the line shoo. Or barrel racing will never come"

I pivoted off and trotted back.

"What took so long?" The girl next to me.

I just shook my head and couldn't stop smiling.

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