The Black Beauty (Wattys 2015)

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 (One year and Three months later)

     As I lay here, I wonder what has happened to me.  It seems I have been out for a long time.  I am now five years and three months old, and I stand around 18.2 hands high.  I struggle to get up, and I manage to get my footing.  I stumble a bit, trying to remember what it was like to walk on four feet. She finally gave in to me, so she is stuck in this form forever now unless she submits to me.  I am no longer Katy; I am now, and forever, Shawnee.

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It has been three weeks since I have woken up.  John has taken extra good care of me.  Mike has checked up on me at least once every week to make sure I am fine and that I am recovering very well.  Apparently, from what I overheard from John and Mike talking, I have been out for a year.  Ever since I got full submission from Katy, I have taken over and became my full self, and managed to heal myself quicker I might add.

     John has completed my training, and now I am a full time riding pony for him.  Sarah rides me occasionally, which is a nightmare!  She has heavy hands, she flops down on my back during trot and canter, even mounting up, she also kicks my sides too hard which leave my ribs and sides hurting for days.  John had to let me rest for a week so I could heal.  Yeah, it is that bad.

     The next day, I was very touchy about who handled me. I didn’t want to see anyone but John. I only trusted him and nobody else. Whenever Sarah came around, I didn’t listen to her. I didn’t obey her. Whenever John showed up, I always zeroed in on him. When I was being ridden, I didn’t listen to the rider. But when John rode me, I listened to every cue he gave. I did what he told me.

Sarah wanted to try and ride me again, so she got John to come and assist.  Of course with John there I did as he pleased.  I stood for him as he saddled and bridled me.  He led me to the arena which had several jumps set up.  The jumps ranged from eighteen inches to two feet six inches.  I knew I could do it. John knew I could do it. He hopped on me and warmed me up over the jumps. I took them with ease. The two foot verticals were like the eighteen inch verticals.  Being 18.2 hands, the jumps were easy to trot over. John had Sarah raise them up a bit. She raised them to three feet and four feet.

I picked up the canter, and let John direct me from there.  He circled me around at the canter, to get me collected.  He directed me towards the three foot oxer.  I rocked back and took it with ease.  We turned right and headed straight for the brush liver pool. I stumbled after the four foot oxer only because I got my footing wrong.  John got off and let Sarah on. I was worn out, and didn’t care who got on my back right then.  Sarah walked me around on the rail, letting me catch my breath. John was standing in the middle, keeping an eye on me.  Sarah asked me to pick up the pace to a nice easy trot.  I did as I was told, for I wanted to impress John.  Sarah moved me up to a canter and took me over the three foot oxer.  I purposefully messed up on my timing, just to give her a hard landing.

She pulled me into the center by John and asked him why my timing was off. John gave her a legit answer. I was tired and she simply wasn’t riding. I honestly wasn’t tired but it’s true that she wasn’t riding.  Sarah got furious with that comment and kicked me hard in the gut. I bucked, and she got unseated. John just laughed.

“You can’t kick her like that Sarah.  Remember she is sensitive. Just a slight nudge would’ve worked.”

“Oh okay. I thought she was just showing off.” Sarah retorted.

“No, she is telling you not to kick her because it hurts her.  How would you like it if someone kicked you in your side? It would hurt, wouldn’t it?”