Pony Secrets
No Horsing Around!
Heh, heh, heh….
"Gah!"
"Wasn't my fault!"
"Hey! You know it was!"
"Shut up!"
And the fight continues on and on and on…
Edina's mum's friend, Mrs. Dan and her daughter, Sophie Dan is moving in in Edina's family farm for a week. Edina hates Sophie so much… after last times visit. Sophie is just a brat that brags! Even more, when Sophie moves her pony, Shadow to share a field with Edina's pony, Sunset, Edina refuses but Sophie just wants to cause trouble.
Made a horse vomit, kicked out some FRESH hay, gave Sunset eat the wrong grains, AND switched Edina's favorite CD's with the one's she hates… How can Sophie STOP?!
Chapter 1
A truck arrived and slid down the road as I heard it. This is it, I thought coldly. Time to meet Missy Bratty Brag… I was peacefully doing her school projects in my room and on my desks when the doorbell rang. I sighed and cut out some blue paper into star shapes. Mum had invited her friend, Mrs. Dan over to come over for a week. Worst of all, she was taking Sophie, her daughter with her. Footsteps came in. I heard mum say, "Well, hello Mrs. Dan and oh, lovely Sophie. Come, come in. I'll show you your rooms. I hope you remember everything from two years ago…" My mum's voice trailed off. I put her scissors down, closed my eyes and pressed my lips together. It wasn't long before mum broke the bombshell… "EDINA! Why don't you say hello to Mrs. Dan and Sophie?! Don't you remember them?!" mum yelled, as she got some tea bags. I groaned and threw my pencil on the ground. That was the LAST thing I needed! I trotted downstairs and found Mrs. Dan, dressed up in a sunhat, a big flowery dress with sunglasses and her hair was all curled up. When she saw me, she snickered and pushed her curly blonde hair back. "Well, nice to see you again…I think. By the way, was that your pony in the paddock?" she asked brainily. I sighed quietly. She must have meant Sunset; my beloved Palomino pony was out in my family's farm paddock, obviously. I nodded. I hated Mrs. Dan as much as Sophie, but you never know. Mrs. Dan's face dropped and patted Sophie on the back. Sophie, the brat was dressed in a lovely dress, matching Mrs. Dan's, her dark blonde hair in pigtails and mild curls. When I caught her eye, Sophie gave me a harsh stare or glower. I flinched. I needed rescue. But mum was making tea when it was like 8:30pm in THE NIGHT and dad was upstairs worrying about some things that I don't officially worry about. There was no escape. But Mrs. Dan continued her talk. "Well, I think it was Sunset? Oh yes, it was. Sophie told me or reminded me on the plane that Sunset was a very, ur, um ugly horsey as you see and he definitely is. Who'd bought me for you?" she asked evilly. I felt like gasping but I didn't. did she just say that Sunset was ugly? I'm sure she did. I looked around cautiously to see if mum was there to defend me. But she wasn't. So, I glared in defend at Mrs. Dan and Sophie. "Sunset isn't ugly! In fact, he is a very good race horse! Get it? Thoroughbreds are BORN to be RACE HORSES! Try him out in a Melbourne Cup and keep calling him ugly! Go ON!" I screamed at them. Especially Sophie. Mum had heard and came charging in the lounge. She looked very cross. "Edina! You're so RUDE! Go to your room and think about respecting our guests!"
Chapter 2
I hate them. Every bit of them. No, it's Sophie that I loathe. Every bit of her. So here I am, in my room on my bed, loathing Sophie so much and how just then, mum came into my room and asked me what was going on. I explained that they called Sunset ugly. She said that now she wasn't mad at me but I really have to watch my temper. And I mean REALLY have to. And, oh, gosh, Sophie is sharing a room with ME! She is sleeping on the bottom bunk and I am in the top. I LOVE the bottom but she just begs people and gives puppy eye things. Suddenly, the door swung open and Sophie was there, carrying her suitcase and her teddy bear. She sat on the bottom bunk while I was lying on the top. "You really hurt my mum's feelings, you know," she said, every word pitching higher and rising higher and higher. I shrugged and sat up. "Oh yeah? I have feelings too. I bet you if you tell your mum that it'll be new news for her. it was horrid to say that Sunset, MY pony was ugly." I shot back at her firmly. I twirled my wavy brown hair which was in a side-ways pony tail. Sophie started throwing her night gowns on her bed. They were all flower patterns, of course. "But, you didn't have to be so mean! You… look, I'm going to get you one day and who knows when?" she said, still going higher, but calmly. I shrugged once more. "Oh, bother. Who cares anyway?" I said and climbed off the ladder when… Stuck-up Sophie blocked the ladder half-way so I fell on the ground, flat on my back. That gave Sophie the fit giggles. "I'm SO sorry!" she laughed. I groaned and grabbed my pj's and went to the bath. It was going to be a very long week.
Sophie has brought her pony, Shadow over to my family's farm. She told me just now and said that she's going to put Shadow in my paddock which has Sunset in it. No way. No way. No way am I accepting it. Her family's horse truck is arriving tomorrow morning. My mum came in to say goodnight and said to go to sleep early because I have school tomorrow. "Um, kiddies, Sophie, Shadow are going to arrive sooner tomorrow. Where shall you like to put him? In the paddock, box or meadow?" asked mum soothingly. Sophie beamed and said, "Paddock." I grimaced. "NO! she is NOT sharing a paddock with Sunset! NO, NO, NO!! It's not fair-Sunset gets his own paddock, so does Dad's horse, Cowboy gets the meadow all himself and mum, you horse, who hasn't been named in years gets to go in the barn alone! She can put Shadow in the box!" I said this all too quickly but Sophie and mum did understand. Sophie did a small pout and mum gave me a trouble stare which meant: You are being rude… I didn't care. Thank goodness. Mum had just left the room and said we can talk about it tomorrow morning. Mrs. Dan came in our room, in her oh-so-lovely flower gown. "Goodnight, Sophie poppet!" she greeted and turned up to me. "Oh, Edina." And left. I was glad.
Chapter 3
Today is a Wednesday morning. I feel unfresh from last night. Sophie had been snoring all night long so I couldn't get to sleep properly, especially in the top bunk. The alarm was set at 7:30am. Suddenly, Sophie got up slowly and yawned. "I'm going to check on Shadow. Maybe he's here. I'm going to put him in the paddock, OK?" Sophie was saying. I gaped at her and quickly climbed down the ladder. "You can't! put him in the box… please?" I say quickly. Sophie smirked and shook her head. "No can do. Shadow is better than stupid Sunset. And guess what? Mummy said that to prove better that Shadow is the best pony ever, me and you; Edina can do a simple cross-country course this morning. Mum has already set it up." She said smartly. I grumbled and went to brush my teeth. I didn't need Sophie mocking me all day.
After school, I saw Mrs. Dan coming to pick me up. Oh God, I thought. She was with Sophie in cool neat, flowery pattern clothes. Oh, and matching sunhats. It was embarrassing enough. I got told of twice in school. In English by Ms. Brunettes. "Edina Loth, sit up straight please. We are at school in learning time, not for a holiday!"… And once in science class… I wasn't really listening to what Ms. Smith was saying so I got caught up in a lovely daydream about me pushing Sophie and Mrs. Dan down a muddy sludge hill, then them sinking in mud and… "Miss. Loth! Since you are not listening and busy daydreaming and think you know everything, will you answer this? What becomes when the acid in liquid is finished?" growled Ms. Smith suddenly. I flinched and didn't know what to say. If only Sunset were here… suddenly, my best friend Arden nudged me in the ribs during math. She was sitting next to me so it was easy to cooperate. "Sleepover at mine on Friday? Bring Sunset in the horse truck!" she hissed. I nodded and smiled to myself. At least there was one thing that cheered me up.
Chapter 5
As I said, Sophie and her mum asked me to race after school and I refused. I am so not going to do it. Mum and I argued about Shadow and if she should share a paddock with Sunset or not. "It's NOT FAIR!" I yelled while I was tacking Sunset up for a trail ride with mum, Sophie and Mrs. Dan. "Totally! Each horse or pony gets its own stall or private place! Surely it wouldn't hurt for Shadow to be placed in a box!" I continued as I placed on the saddle. Mum shot back that it was a NEW guest we were talking about. Soon, we were out on the trail and hills, me riding Sunset, mum riding Cowboy, (Dad's horse.), Mrs. Dan riding on Shadow with Sophie at the back, Sophie's arms firmly wrapped around her mum's. Mum and I were still arguing loads. I tried not to scream too loud or the horses might jolt. Soon, Mrs. Dan got into the argument, too. Clearly, she was on mum's side. "Yes, my sweet Sophie and her horse, Shadow should be in a paddock. You don't won't to be mean don't you?" said Mrs. Dan in a mocking voice as we trotted on the trail path. We turned back as soon as we reached the lake. It was getting dark.
"Edina, did you feed Cowboy?!" dad shouted from the study. I froze as the theme of The Simpsons trailed off. "Oh, Sophie fed him!" I yelled back. Suddenly, the back door opened. Sophie was back from 'feeding' and 'nursing' the horses and ponies. "You have better not touched Sunset!" I warned as I squirmed in the sofa. Sophie stopped walking and looked at me with these big, innocent eyes. "No, course not. But you better check on Cowboy." She smirked and headed off upstairs. I grumbled and headed to the meadow. What HAD she down with my parent's horse? Well, it wasn't actually my parents. It was just an extra horse if anyone wants to ride one. Cowboy was in the meadow, same as always, bay colored and petite but… he vomited. He threw up.
I zipped up my coat and coaxed at Cowboy. "Hey, boy. Are you alright? Why were you vomiting? Ehg!" there was a patch of vomit on the grass. I tried not to step on it. It was at least 6:00pm so if should be fine. I checked Cowboy's food and water when I realized… Sophie had fed Cowboy 6 pounds of oats! Typical! He's stomach was fat and he looked pregnant but obvious he wasn't. I felt anger rush through me head to toe like thunder. I quickly ran back to the house and told mum and dad everything. Mrs. Dan was there, looking proud about what Sophie had done. "Really? We should get a vet tomorrow then. I heard the local vet doesn't do night shifts," said mum. Dad nodded and looked white as sheet. He usually uses Cowboy to round up cattle in the nearby working ranch. Mrs. Dan and Sophie looked as if they were trying not to giggle. I stormed out of the room and headed for the bathroom. How dare Sophie? I bet Mrs. Dan had been up all night to make up these horrid plans!
Chapter 6
I got dressed up for Thursday, but guess what? No school because school holidays are catching up! Sophie got up during the middle of the night for some reason. I heard the door close softly last night. She must have checked on Shadow but then I remembered what she'd done with Cowboy last night. Mum and dad didn't blame her because Sophie said that it was an accident. It WASN'T! Luckily, Dad called a vet to check on Cowboy this morning. I couldn't attend Arden's sleepover, exactly. I had to see Cowboy. In fact, I wish Sophie wasn't here. Life would be so much better without her. I am not speaking to her or her mother because she done something that really annoyed me. Today, when I was listening to one of my Taylor Swift CD's, Mum barged into the room and started to flap her arms everywhere saying that we need to shut down the barns because the news weather said that there was a due storm coming soon. So, I left my bedroom to help my close the barn and load up the horses before we have a big flood. And guess what? I should've known Sophie came in the room and started arranging my GOOD CD's with some heavy metal music her brother Josh had in his heavy metal rock bands. When I came back, I went to listen to the stereo but I guess the earphones were turned up the volume REALLY high so I ended up hearing LOUD, VERY LOUD HEAVY ROCK METAL music coming into my ears. It took a while to for my ears to stop hurting. I went into the kitchen and started yelling at Sophie. "HOW DARE YOU?!" I yelled. "You brat! You are going to pay soon!"
All Sophie did was a simple shrug and kept chewing on her alfalfa. I grumbled and went to the barn to check on the horses before the drought comes and something really ALSO BUGGED ME!!! I wanted to feed Sunset but I couldn't find any fresh hay. I called dad to come. He pulled out the leftovers hay. "Mm. I can only find moldy hay. I wonder where the fresh one is?" he said to himself. I gasped. Who would throw out some expensive, FRESH hay? Who would be eager to feed their own pony out-of-date, unfresh and moldy hay? My head clicked and anger flushed through me. Sophie! She must have thrown out the hay. I got so furious that I marched into the living room, where Sophie was watching 'Play-School'. I glared at her. "You are getting on my ruddy well nerves!" I scream at her. "You watch Play School which is technically for stupid babies with their stupid appetite when Shadow is STRAVING and so is the rest of the horses for hay and all you can do is mop around being an annoying baby bug?! Honestly, Sophie, how exactly OLD ARE YOU?" I added loudly. Her mother was with her and glowered at me. Mum came in as well and chewed me out for yelling at Sophie. I told mum what she had did. "Alright, but I think it was an accident!" mum snapped. "Wasn't it, Sophie?"
Sophie nodded and Mrs. Dan told my mum to leave with Sophie so she can talk privately with me. She closed the door and glowered at me.
Chapter 7
You ridiculous girl!" Mrs. Dan was saying. I made a run for it. I eyed an apple juice on the table. It was in a glass. Mrs. Dan taunted me some more when I had enough. I pounced on her like a panther ready to attack and pulled her curly fair hair. She screamed and tried to pull me off. When she did, I slumbered to the ground and hit my butt so hard that I felt like crying. Lots of screaming was happening and Mrs. Dan going wild. That's when I totally had it. I grabbed the glass of juice from the table and splashed it all over Mrs. Dan. Even of her face. Mum, dad and Sophie came storming in and said what the heck was going on? Mrs. Dan got furious then. "Sophie and I are leaving tomorrow, no excuses! Come on Sophie, I'll call the horse truckers to take Shadow home. But for now, Soph, please go and pack up!" Mrs. Dan hollered. Sophie gave me a dangerous glare which meant: When I see you again, I will pay you back the price!
As if I care. But if I want to do anything at all about it, I think I'd better do something fast. Because, Mom just came in the room and told me that Mrs. Dan and Sophie are coming around for next ~No Horsing Around! ~
Tony is facing very, very bad challenges in life. In fact, she has very much that she thinks that she wanted to DIE! Backstabbing friends, angry smiling-troubled teachers, horrible exams, and even the little stuff like overdue libaray books, lost theory, face-making troubles and genetic fixes, Tony will have to live it up for the rest of the year…
Chapter One
I face the mirror and stare. The girl in the mirror. The one that is rude, intense and mean. I stare very deeply into the girl in the mirror. Then, I flop back on my bed. I hate my life, myself. Mrs. Rain has made me not participate in pointe yesterday in ballet classes. I kick a crack in the mirror. I'm so angry! I mean, the whole class gets to do pointe when I'm stuck working on the barre. It's not fair. In hip-hop, things did go a little better, but not a lot. I didn't get said anything. In tap, things got worse. Mrs. Rain said I got 'strong' ankles which is bad for my shuffles. Exam is like, next month. I'm doomed. I don't even really know half the steps. What could I possible do?
"You should learn to do piaffes' properly." I hear Brooke, my horse riding instructor call out from the arena. I pull on Matilda's reins and sighed quietly. I hate dressage. Period. I'm trying, I'm trying, and I'm trying. It's all I think. I am trying. But I guess not hard enough. Matilda's piaffes' are floppy and yucky. Her hoofs are like going all over the place. (Just to let you know, Matilda is my horse I ride at Willow Hall Riding Stables, where I go riding. Matilda is this 16.2 hands light gray German Warmblood. Yes, I know. GERMAN Warmblood. Dressage's origin is from German. Matilda sucks at dressage.) "Tony, Tony. Stop…" Brooke's voice sounds sad and disappointing. I kick Matilda over to Brooke. "I'm sorry," I say. My voice is shivering.
"Your dressage is a disgrace," Brooke says and leans over the paddock fence over the arena. "How's Matilda?"
"Okay. She's-"
"Brooke! I need your help! I can't tie up Jimmy's girth!" Wendy, a junior rider with her pony, Jimmy was having trouble. Brooke sighed and shook her head in disgrace, and then she went to help Wendy and Jimmy. Disgrace because of me, I think. I dismount Matilda and untack her. Then, I take my riding hat off. It was really hot. I see my mum and my dad and my brother all come out of their car. Though, mum wasn't there. I spin around and see Brooke and Shelly (Shelly is the manager of Willow Hall Riding Stables.) talking to mum. Mum has a frown on her face. I didn't bother to give Matilda a little stroke or pat. I feel a little bad…like I was abandoning my own horse. Matilda…my first light gray (White.) 16.2 hands horse. I glance one glance at my horse. Matilda's eye's looks actually kind of sad…she was like telling me that we didn't pass dressage piaffes' and we didn't fail, either. I see my mum and brother walking up to me. Uh-oh. Trouble.
Chapter 2
I was in a low mood this afternoon. After a hell of a morning this morning at riding dressage lessons, I was looking for some decent rest. But no.
At about three thirty in the afternoon, I was lying on my bed, my arm dangling to the ground. I was still in my riding clothes, and a pair of jodhpurs. Suddenly, my brother rushes in and throws my ballet theory book in my face. "Lazy bones!" He yells and runs off.
"Hey!" I holler back at him! I throw my theory book across the room. As I hate my whole life, my brother, my family and myself, I was feeling more moody than ever. "Tony, you should start learning your theory!" mum called up from downstairs. I grunt and went and picked up my theory book. It was school holidays but I had lessons going on. As I read through my theory book I have an idea. I opened up my computer and went to Google. I started searching 'Ballet and tap theory'. I hit search. Loads of suggestions came up. There were really, really random ones as well, like a ballerina falling off from the stage. I could feel my heart fall with her. I had enough so I closed to computer and went back to reading my theory questions. Life is going downhill fast!
Netball practice tonight. It's Monday today. I usually hate Netball practice but today I'm actually looking FORWARD to it. First of all, no games! Yay! Today we are going to choose our teams AND our team names! Though, the only downside is that I'm afraid that no one will want to be in my team. I suck at netball. Dad makes me do it every year so I can be 'well-rounded'. Though he doesn't get the point that I hate it.
Chapter 3
When I arrived at Netball practice, all the girls in my class were sitting around in a big circle. They were all gossiping, in their netball uniforms. (Which were green and gold, for Australia?) I didn't know what to do. Instead, I plumped my bag onto the ground, where all the bags were and quickly skipped into the toilets. I stayed there till class started. I could hardly wait.
"Okay, this is how it goes," Jessica, our coach was saying. She had a cap on and a hot pink whistle. Her brown hair was in a tight ponytail. Her tanned face looked seriously strict. "I will give you exactly ten seconds for you to find your team of six netballers! Only six netballers in four teams! Go!"
There was an exciting chatter as girls of all kinds push their way through to find their friends. I, Tony was standing like a complete moron.
Hoot! Jessica blows the whistle. Looks like everyone was in teams of six netballers, while I'm just standing alone in the middle of the court play area. How embarrassing! I flushed. My legs were like jelly. The whole court was quiet. I pulled on my brunette hair and looked around. Finally, Jessica sent me to the loser group-with Sarah McDonald, Jamie Rose and Tammy Sands.
Chapter 4
I'm dead meat! There is dressage, showjumping AND racing tests next month! Right in dancing exams! What do you think I should do? I'm in the car, ready to go to my riding lessons in showjumping and dressage but I'm worried sick! There are two choices we get to choose dressage or showjumping. I love showjumping horses but my mum says it's too dangerous and I could hurt myself! Fancy that! Even though my horse, Matilda is a German Warmblood, her showjumping is way better than her dressage. Even though I have to admit, dressage is safer than jumping. I get out of the car and the smell of horse dung drifted in the air. "Uh…disgusting creatures!" Mum wrinkled her nose in disgusted. I grin. You should've seen that look in her face! I walk up to the register and my grin disappears. I have to sign up. Sign up for either dressage or showjumping lessons for next term and I got to. What should I choose? Both? Dressage? Or jumping?
My stomach tightens. As I reach the register door, I spin around and hug mum. Lots of people were lining up with money so they can enroll classes. Mum gave me the money for the lessons. I hoped it wasn't enough. I walk up to the end of line and wait. As I wait, my eyes were meeting through the forums.
***Welcome Back! ***
Showjumping:
Monday: 5:00pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 1#
Tuesday: 4:15pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 5#
Wednesday: 3:30pm-4:15pm in Open Arena 2#
Thursday: 4:15pm-5:00pm in Open Arena 4#
Saturday: 10:00pm-3:00pm (Including breaks.) in Open Arena 3#
Sunday: Not yet!
Dressage:
Monday: 5:00pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 6#
Tuesday: 4:15pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 8#\
***We hope to See You Soon! ***
I sigh as the line went on and on and on. I wish I could die. I love horse riding. It was the best. Better than dancing and netball. I search my eyes everywhere to find Matilda. Her full name is Waltzing Matilda. Though we call her Matilda for short. I guess she was put up in the shed stalls, behind the trails or probably in the pasture. As it went on, finally it was my turn to register. I look up the forums to check out showjumping and dressage times and stuff. Brooke was next to Shelly, burrowing an eyebrow. She thinks I'm a loser but looks like next term, I won't care. "Um, showjumping please," I say and hand over the money. Brooke nods and Shelly starts to use a calculator for the cost. "Can I please talk to you?" Brooke says as Shelly finished the calculation. I nod.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture.
Chapter 4
I'm dead meat! There is dressage, showjumping AND racing tests next month! Right in dancing exams! What do you think I should do? I'm in the car, ready to go to my riding lessons in showjumping and dressage but I'm worried sick! There are two choices we get to choose dressage or showjumping. I love showjumping horses but my mum says it's too dangerous and I could hurt myself! Fancy that! Even though my horse, Matilda is a German Warmblood, her showjumping is way better than her dressage. Even though I have to admit, dressage is safer than jumping. I get out of the car and the smell of horse dung drifted in the air. "Uh…disgusting creatures!" Mum wrinkled her nose in disgusted. I grin. You should've seen that look in her face! I walk up to the register and my grin disappears. I have to sign up. Sign up for either dressage or showjumping lessons for next term and I got to. What should I choose? Both? Dressage? Or jumping?
My stomach tightens. As I reach the register door, I spin around and hug mum. Lots of people were lining up with money so they can enroll classes. Mum gave me the money for the lessons. I hoped it wasn't enough. I walk up to the end of line and wait. As I wait, my eyes were meeting through the forums.
***Welcome Back! ***
Showjumping:
Monday: 5:00pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 1#
Tuesday: 4:15pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 5#
Wednesday: 3:30pm-4:15pm in Open Arena 2#
Thursday: 4:15pm-5:00pm in Open Arena 4#
Saturday: 10:00pm-3:00pm (Including breaks.) in Open Arena 3#
Sunday: Not yet!
Dressage:
Monday: 5:00pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 6#
Tuesday: 4:15pm-5:45pm in Open Arena 8#\
***We hope to See You Soon! ***
I sigh as the line went on and on and on. I wish I could die. I love horse riding. It was the best. Better than dancing and netball. I search my eyes everywhere to find Matilda. Her full name is Waltzing Matilda. Though we call her Matilda for short. I guess she was put up in the shed stalls, behind the trails or probably in the pasture. As it went on, finally it was my turn to register. I look up the forums to check out showjumping and dressage times and stuff. Brooke was next to Shelly, burrowing an eyebrow. She thinks I'm a loser but looks like next term, I won't care. "Um, showjumping please," I say and hand over the money. Brooke nods and Shelly starts to use a calculator for the cost. "Can I please talk to you?" Brooke says as Shelly finished the calculation. I nod.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture.
I sigh as the line went on and on and on. I wish I could die. I love horse riding. It was the best. Better than dancing and netball. I search my eyes everywhere to find Matilda. Her full name is Waltzing Matilda. Though we call her Matilda for short. I guess she was put up in the shed stalls, behind the trails or probably in the pasture. As it went on, finally it was my turn to register. I look up the forums to check out showjumping and dressage times and stuff. Brooke was next to Shelly, burrowing an eyebrow. She thinks I'm a loser but looks like next term, I won't care. "Um, showjumping please," I say and hand over the money. Brooke nods and Shelly starts to use a calculator for the cost. "Can I please talk to you?" Brooke says as Shelly finished the calculation. I nod.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass.
I follow her as she leads me into the paddock pasture
Then, as she followed Brooke she saw something quite cool in the pasture paddock-Matilda! "Matilda!" I scream and then I sprinted across the opened paddock pastures and hug Matilda's neck. Brooke smiled than called me over.
"Tony," she looked at my in the eye.
"Yes?"
"Your dressage,"
"I know. It's horrible,"
"But-"
"But-"
"Listen to me, Tony. Your dressage is okay. It just has a little trouble on technical things,"
I cringed and glanced over at Matilda, who was grazing on grass. And after that, I have to admit that I flinched. I mean, dressage was really boring. For Matilda, that is should be more than grateful to be so more mature to get the most of everything. And why, oh why would Matilda have to do this to her? It seemed so unfair! Why would Matilda be more than consented to be more than "it" in dressage? It didn't seem very unfair since I could never find a way to get out. And most of all it was totally unfair! And what was worse was that the dressage teacher had to let Milly to make to her the best horse in the stables. Anyway, I just felt like kicking the walls. Then I knew it. I knew what I wanted. I wanted a new pony! Yes, it should help. I turn to Janine. "Listen…" I stammered. "I want a new pony!" There were so many times that Matilda had reached so far near them. After all, Matilda was a fine and constipated horse. Who could've wished for more?! And as that, the story ends here.
