This stories base is on my life but a little exaggerated. If You Like It I Will Continue. Help Me name It.
Chapter One: Waiting
I was Eleven at the time, A few months after my beloved rodeo horse died, I Decided It was time too move on And share my Love with a horse that needed it. I Called My "Horse Crazy" Grandmother. I Said "It Is time. Find Me A Horse In need!" She Replied "I'm On It!!" And We Hang up.
I Wait and wait for a call back too let me know She found that horse I wanted Too love and nurse too health.
A Couple Days Later, I'm in the barn doing some chores and untacking Carizma, My Brother's National level barrel horse, From Our Workout. My Brother offered me Carizma When John died.
Carizma was a Big beautiful Blood Bay Quarter Horse Mare. He Is 16hh And has The Thickest and Shiniest Black Mane in The state of Wyoming. I loved her, But her and my brother were almost inseparable And I would never want too separate them.
Finally, I snapped out of this daydream when I heard the barn phone ringing. I raced too the phone, Too my surprise Its Grandma.
I answered "hello?"
On The Other End Of The Line I Hear "Hey! I found you a unwanted Thoroughbred . They call him a problem horse because he is off the track and tries too bolt" She Says.
"OH! Can we go have a look in the morning?" I reply.
"Sure Thing!" She Chuckles.
I Put the pone back on the hook and Finish up with Carizma.
Should I Continue?