The Horse that Outbids

The Horse that Outbids

By Christine Kat Wang

When you think that you've got it…you're WRONG!

From her parents begging, Kitta thinks she has it…all this time, she's WRONG!!! Getting the perfect pony isn't easy-and it's all getting trickier when her arch enemy at pony club, Midnite Scoff and Kitta Laurent are fighting for the same beautiful, pure grey Arabian pony. But still, things aren't that easy…the bidding day is at Willow Hall has no chance…

But at least, Kitta wants other horses to board at pony club for, showjumping, dressage, racing and riding…but that makes four horse's altogether. Does Kitta have the guts to get all these?

Chapter One

The Deal

"Fine," said Midnite Scoff, pulling her hand out. "Deal. We'll both arrive next Sunday for Fiona's Biding Horses Day. If I win that Arabian horse, she'll be mine for showjumping." Kitta and Midnite were at their pony club, in the tack room, making a deal. Next Sunday was Fiona's Auction Day, where horses are bided or for sale. Kitta shook Midnite's hand hardly. Then she thought about it. "But that's not fair," Kitta said, clutching to her cooper hair. "You have four horses for pony club boarded here-remember, you've got Ivy for dressage, Rebel for racing, Tomboy for riding and Zebra for racing," explained Kitta, feeling slightly nervous. Midnite flipped her light brown hair and rolled her big green eyes. "I'm selling Tomboy at the auction sale," explained Midnite, getting Ivy's saddle from the racks. Kitta gawped. "I'm gonna bid for that Arabian horse and Tomboy. The Arabian horse is going to be for showjumping and Tomboy is gonna be for dressage," said Kitta. Midnite shrugged and took something out of her pocket. It said: Horse Bids for Tomboy: Name: Tomboy Breed: Thoroughbred Stallion 19 years of age color: Jet black. Bid number: 67. Price: Bid $90.00 or higher the note explained. Kitta shrugged and looked at Midnite straight in the eye. "I could bid for two horses. You know that mom said I could spend $500 worth of my pocket money?" said Kitta. Midnite sighed dramatically and left the tack room. Kitta went to tack up a school pony she was riding. His name was Fifty Four. I don't even have a horse, thought Kitta while she tightened Fifty Four's girth. I need four horses to be a pony clubber. And mom wants me to be, and so do I. Kitta hated the way she was the only one on the getting-to-know-you trail rides that she was the odd one out-she rode school ponies. "C'mon, Kitta! We're all waiting for you at the gates!" Kitta's best friend, Janice was leaning against Fifty Four's stall. "I'm still tacking up. But I'm nearly finished," answered Kitta with a smile. Janice had only three horses-one for showjumping, another for riding and another for racing. She was coming next Sunday on the Fiona's Auction Day to buy a horse for dressage. "Well, see you on the trail," said Janice and led her dark bay pony, Ash toward the door of the barn. Kitta saddled up quickly.

"OK, you could go for a bit of a canter," said Fiona, the trail boss said. Kitta kicked her heels against Fifty Four and she went out on a canter up the hill.

Four months later…

"OK, this horse is number 99…she's an Arabian, pure white, oh my goodness, very, very pure white…starting from $80.00, who'll we go for?" the bidder spoke clearly into the microphone. At first, no one putted their hands up. And Kitta was waiting for that. She wanted to outbid someone... "$100!" a voice screeched from the crowd. Kitta looked around. Omigod! She thought. That's Midnite Scoff! Kitta squirmed in her seat. "Going once, going twice…" the announcer called. "$200!" squeaked Kitta, waving her hand up. "And sold to Ms. Midnite Scoff!" the announcer cheered. Kitta felt tears swelling in her eyes. I DID call out $200. I bided higher than Midnite…but it was too late. All she could see was Midnite smirking at her, while Mrs. Scoff loaded up 'Snowy', Midnite's new name for the pretty Arabian in the truck. Too late, it was too late.

"So, how did it go? Where's the horse?" her mother demanded when they got in the car. Kitta shook her head. Trying not to speak with a wobbly voice, she croaked, "Ur…mums. I'm sorry but I, I, Ur…we didn't win that Arabian…" she started. First, her mother frowned. "Why didn't you bid higher than everyone else?" her mum's voice was getting impatient. Kitta groaned. She didn't know her mum liked that horse too! "Mum, at least I outbidded everyone on Tomboy for showjumping! And I bided a Thoroughbred for racing…and I bided a dapple grey cross bred for dressage…now all we need is that Arabian…" she told her mum. "And, mum. Midnite called out $100 but then I called out $200, but they obviously didn't hear me!" she added. Her mum sighed. "Well, too, late," she sighed. Kitta croaked. Too late…

2 months later…

Kitta got her dream horse. Finally, once in her lifetime, her pony club life was complete. "Hey, Snow Princess," she cooed. Snow Princess was what she named her horse-HER HORSE. The trouble with Midnite was no problem. "She's a stupid Pony!" Midnite screeched. So, Kitta got her dream horse, back with her. Forever. Snow was Snow Princess's used name except Snow Princess was her show name. "OK, OK, let's go on a trail ride together," said Kitta, smiling. She tacked up Snow in a flash. "Maybe we should go to the movies together," a voice behind her jolted up. Kitta jumped and spun around. It was Midnite. "Oh, hi Midnite. What do you want?" asked Kitta, puzzled. Midnite hardly ever talked to her. Hardly. "Oh, it's just that, look Kitta, I know that I've been unfair. About the deal we made, I'm totally sorry-it was wrong and I guess I made that deal and it all…evil? So, I just wanted to apologize. I'm real sorry. I know that I've been a pain… and I'm sorry. Anyway, the deal didn't work out anyway, for me," it was a long speech but it was worth it. They both pulled in for a hug. "I'm sorry, too, you know. For not realizing that that it was a stupid bid!" admitted Kitta.

Special Wishes…

The End