"He's mad. like, he's doing it, but he is taking a tantrum" Jill said to her fellow spectator in amusement, gesturing to the stallion at the far end of the ring.
"How do you know?" she replied. Jill was shocked, didn't everyone see the way he was STOMPING and chomping while he did the "Spanish Walk" his trainer was asking him for? She'd thought she was just drawing attention to what was obvious, if you looked to that partnership instead of the one that was more centre stage.
After that she started explaining everything to her, checking for interest. "That is shoulder in. Do you see he's travelling in three tracks? That is half pass because you can see his feet crossing right?" Jill was amazed that other people in the seats were listening too.
She thought, I have so much to learn, ha, but I would learn it out loud, I swear.
*
She wasn't, in all honesty, much of a fan of the arab-looking desert horse breed, Achal Teke. And, the scrappy looking stallion Etikette, for example is not as flashy or technically handsome, perfectly built as a young trakhener like the other on display. In fact, he had a sort of scarred up lean machine shape, a having had a life look to him. And, in fact he seemed a bit difficult. A horse with a napoleon complex?But, the heart and talent to back it.
Jill thought he was mad to be in the arena. She dreamed of saving the indoors for kur practice, to see if he likes music. She dreamed of riding while the nutcracker suite was playing. It would require a lot of different TRANSITIONS you know, and creativity, but it would work....
"How do you know?" she replied. Jill was shocked, didn't everyone see the way he was STOMPING and chomping while he did the "Spanish Walk" his trainer was asking him for? She'd thought she was just drawing attention to what was obvious, if you looked to that partnership instead of the one that was more centre stage.
After that she started explaining everything to her, checking for interest. "That is shoulder in. Do you see he's travelling in three tracks? That is half pass because you can see his feet crossing right?" Jill was amazed that other people in the seats were listening too.
She thought, I have so much to learn, ha, but I would learn it out loud, I swear.
*
She wasn't, in all honesty, much of a fan of the arab-looking desert horse breed, Achal Teke. And, the scrappy looking stallion Etikette, for example is not as flashy or technically handsome, perfectly built as a young trakhener like the other on display. In fact, he had a sort of scarred up lean machine shape, a having had a life look to him. And, in fact he seemed a bit difficult. A horse with a napoleon complex?But, the heart and talent to back it.
Jill thought he was mad to be in the arena. She dreamed of saving the indoors for kur practice, to see if he likes music. She dreamed of riding while the nutcracker suite was playing. It would require a lot of different TRANSITIONS you know, and creativity, but it would work....
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