One steam boat, two steam boat...THOSE TWO FEET BELONG ON THE GROUND, horse. Jill was kicking him forward, the next thing you know she was making sure to keep her weight forward, hands round his neck so he didn't go over backwards. It seemed like quite a straight up rear to her. It also seemed like everything on the whole farm went quiet and frozen while time stopped, while plodding on and on and on as he was upright like that!
Til then, he'd been bucking and lunging and backing up THREATENING to rear and she'd been insistent, calm and patient. While pushing as much as the owner encouraged. The horse taking their communication to this new dangerous level was actually making her mad. No doubt better than afraid, ha.
When he came down, she pushed on but he went backward, then bucked. She was doing her best to sit back and pull the head up but then soften in time that he didn't rear again. She did not think of herself as a slouch but this was pound for pound more pony than she'd bargained on!
It was some kind of spring fever! And a four year old's first time to the road with all its scary traffic sounds and it was also the very first minutes of her first time on his back? He'd only been ridden a handful of times, by the man who raised the foal, a giant tall thundering fearless huntsman and vet. "Me thinks we started a little too assertively our their unanimous best interest," Jill would make light of it later.
She was not a fan of dismounting in strife and usually subscribed to the ride it out philosophy. She had found herself in many crackerjack situations she should not have been in before but believed in justing "riding out" of them! But this particular combination of disruptions, with absolutely no sign of abating, had her make a snap decision.
In the exact second after the brat took several constructive steps forward toward the forest and towards home she said "I'm dismounting on a good note. I will lead him forwards for now. Forwards is the key here right." and she leapt to the soggy ground, probably to the annoyance of his owner. He liked the animal's spirit!
She was glad to have her helmet on, even to lead the beast. ha. What a naughty brat he was to the day's light load. He deserved the workout he got from the owner around the usual fields after that, ha.
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jill was reading an old email in a thread from a friend. it seemed so long ago she had said "i love stoney poney. remember how i was too busy to decorate his stall door so the kids did it for me? i always love the barn kids too. i really need to get myself a horse. i oughta look in jerome and put a car on my financial goals list."
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