When I wake up the truck is still moving. I carefully get to my feet using the wall to help me up. I lean on it and nibble on some hay. I look out the window at the slowly brightening sky. My hip bones bump the wall a few times and soon the truck slows and turns into a long driveway. Once the engine putters out the door is opened and I look over. I slide my ears forward and look at the teenaged girl who came to visit my pen earlier. She holds out a treat in her hand I hesitate for a moment before reaching out and taking it gently. I eat it nodding my head up and down deciding if I like it or not. The teen comes up into the trailer and hooks a lead to my halter. Im led out and met by someone else. They offer me another treat before reaching down and running a hand down my leg. The continue the pattern, cautiously running their hands over my other legs then my ribs and boney hips. They find a sore on my hip accidentally touching it and I move away snapping at them with my ears pinned. I watch the person now my ears back and eyes wide occasionally swishing my tail in annoyance. They approach me again and I swing my self away raising my head up and leaning back on my haunches. I lift my front feet off the ground and strike at them and shake my head a bit.
"she sure is a spirited one" they say accompanied by something between a chuckle and a scoff.
"she is surprisingly healthy although she needs to be able to trust people again. Id put some extra bedding in her stall as well, at least until she gains some weight," they suggest waving their hands.
Soon the teen leads me into the paddock and turn me around. They reach up and unhook my halter slipping it over my head. I take off at a canter my tail flagged. I let out a few bucks and before slowing to graze.
~~~~~~~~~~months later~~~~~~~~~~~~
My ears pick up the loud whistle and I raise my head ears flicking wildly. I begin to canter to the gate. I have filled back out sense I got here and I have gone back into training. I pick up some speed and my tail flows behind me not quite flagged. Once I reach the gate I stop and shake my head as the teen who's name I learned is Lillian, although she prefers lilly, puts on my halter and hooks the lead. She leads me into the barn and backs me into the wash stall. I flick my ears and dance to the side nervously as she pulls down some hose. The water is fairly warm as she sprays my legs and then slowly works her way up my body until im soaked. She then begins to take some soap and scrub my coat. It takes what feels like forever before im sprayed down again and scraped off. A loud noise starts next to me and I move my head around and look at a pair of.....Clippers? I flick my tail and ignore them. She runs them just behind my ears creating a bridle path. Then she goes and shuts them off replacing them with a, hairdryer? She goes and sprays some stuff on my coat then blow dries it. After shes done my legs are wrapped and a thing is put over my face. A sheet is put on as well and Im lead out. Theirs a trailer waiting a ramp leading up to a two horse area. The divider is pushed aside and I get sent in. I nibble a hay net and hear another horse being loaded. I ignore them continuing to eat my hay. The engine starts up and we sit there a moment before the horse beside me begins to kick the wall almost in a panic. They pause for a moment and something is tossed in. Its a strange bird that clucks a few times before sitting at the front of the trailer on some fallen hay. Its eyes close as it falls asleep seemingly happy in our company. I snort at it before eating my hay again. About an hour later the truck putters to a stop and the horse beside me whom I have learned is a 3 year old chestnut mare is unloaded soon followed by me. I carefully step down the ramp and look around. I partly flag my tail and flick my ears forward. My sheet and face thing is taken off and Im put in another stall. On the way we pass through a gate to a fenced in area having it shut behind us. Once Im settled in people start to flock the area they have cameras in hand. Lilly walks over and grabs my halter with her lead as a loud voice buzzes around the barn area. I ignore it and follow her out into a saddling area my saddle being put on. They gently urge the bit into mouth and then finish putting my bridle on. Once its on and im ready im taken out and lead into the quart yard area in front of all the stalls. The air buzzes as something else is said and surprisingly Lilly is heaved onto my back. We walk out through the gate a few people reaching out to touch my coat. They get pinned ears and I almost am able to nip someone. I hear the race call and raise my head dancing to the side. Im brought onto a dirt track like the one I use at home although I pause for a moment at the tunnel. There are people scattered everywhere sitting on bench like things on giant stands. I shake my head a bit but focus on the person leading me and Lilly on my back. Someone else come and takes my bridle they lead me into a metal box like thing with a strange gate on it. Two other horses are loaded beside me and one paws while the other braces. I settle for staying fairly relaxed but prepared to fling myself from the box. All too soon all the horses are loaded and time seems to stop. I settle back on my haunches ready. The bell rings and the gate explodes open.
Heh heh heh cliffhanger :p
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Leading the pack
SonstigesCan a abused thoroughbred be trained up to her full potential? This is the story of a thoroghbred who is abused then forced to race against sleek and clean horses. Thats until she is sold at an auction and placed into the hands of Lillian heart.
