We flew down the road to the farm. It was finally Saturday! This was the perfect day to go out riding. I tripped on a stone, and nearly went flying!
Me, Issy and Erin were three sisters. Ever since we were 9, we'd been living alone in the woodlands. It was really comfortable, sleeping on an old mattress in a dense bunch of trees. But when it rained... we'd all get soaked.
We ran down the lane to the fields. Heidi came cantering straight at me. "See? Did you see that?!! She's getting better!" I cried, as Heidi stuffed her Romany nose into my arms. Aur and Rebel came in hot pursuit, and Rebel ran Erin over, as usual.
The three horses came from a terrible background. They were locked up in a shed as yearlings and were beaten and starved as 4 year olds. Aur was the worst, with horrible scars lining his once beautiful muzzle. He had bad nerves as well. Him and Issy were a perfect match, as she was always so calm and patient. Rebel was the cheekiest, and always nipped at Erin when she brought his feeds in. Erin just laughed, and pulled a funny face at him, and he stuck his nose up in the air and drew his upper lip in a grin. Heidi was the mare who kept them all together, but she had awful nerves. 4 years on, and they had lost the terrified looks in their eyes thanks to us.
Issy was the first to speak once we had them in their stalls.
"Let's ride down to where we live; it's only down the road from here and remember, we built the new cross-country course!"