Genie, a majestic bay gelding, stood in the middle of the mess, head hanging down, dark brown eyes dull and emotionless. His companion, Apollo was a stout little appaloosa with stumpy legs and had none of the good looks Genie possesed. Their owner, I suppose, was the owner of the derelict riding school in the middle of nowhere. But he never seemed to be about. Genie, though, had been lucky enough to come back from a short jumping lesson with tales of being ridden by his gifted daughter, Laura. She could often be found riding or in the stable yard, jumping her sweet piebald pony over rails and doubles. Genie and Apollo's days of jumping and cantering were long gone. They plodded around the arena, ridden by careless children who tugged incessently on the reins. Apollo, who had a sweet personality and would never hurt a fly, wasn't considered flashy enough. And Genie, who was 18, was thought to be an old donkey, though he could still jump 3.3, nearly double the size of some young ponies.
"Don't worry, the RSPCA will be down soon, I heard Alicia Walliams talking about it the other day. She's nice, in't she?" Genie snorted, trotting of, shaking his head, eager to be admired by the pretty Alicia, who rode the two discreetly.
(Tell me if you like it, I will carry on)