Riding the Wind -- INCOMPLETE

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After we caught the shiny, copper quarterback, I attached her halter to the cross ties. Click Click Click. The shiny metal latches open to attach themselves to the sides of the pink halter. The quarterback's fur was getting everywhere, including the halter. You could barely see the bright pink under the brilliant copper fur.

After she was secured, I started to slowly walking towards the tack room. Sneakier then a kitten about to pounce on its prey. Slowly, slowly... BANG THUD. The wild quarterback breaks one cross tie by the chain. The shiny metal piece that attached to the halter practically split in to! I think to myself, "Geez! I wonder how strong you really are?"

Later that day, after I put her in the round ring, I went inside our house to get a victory popsicle. The beautiful, gooey, red popsicle shimmered in the sunlight reflected off the hay loft's window. I then went back to my room (in the hay loft) and lay there, just thinking about how amazing it would be to become a horse. How many adventures I'd have, how many more friends I could make. I sigh, "That'd be the life!" I say to myself!

After my nap, I get up all dizzy eyed with annoying little green specs in the crevasses of my eyes. I wipe them away with one drift from my hand, then get up to stretch. Crack Crack, goes my joints. But it feels good! I then slowly make my way down the rusty, old ladder to see that the shiny copper quarterback has rolled all through the dirt. I sigh. I quickly get the lead line, holding it by the shiny metal part, where it connects to the bottom of the halter.

Pull Pull Pull! Nothing works! This quarterback won't move for the life of her! "Just move!" I say as I tug her even harder. Soon enough I put all my body weight on her. All 86 pounds. I swing left and right trying to move her, arching my ankles back then left, right, left, right again and again. I probably look like a fish out of water.. But I don't really care, all I care about is rinsing her off. I can't believe this isn't working...

After I give up trying to move the stubborn thingy, I start dragging the hose outside to her! Like they say, "You can't move the horse to the water, bring the water to the horse." Or something like that... The hose is really twisted up like a snake claiming its prey, while the prey just lay's their.. Dead. I drag it up up and above the copper horse and start spraying her. This is kinda fun! Its like whack-a-mole but with a galloping horse and a hose...

I look at my watch and it is 6:00pm already! I finish and go to bed.