Some rides were good, some bad and some worse than others. He went through a particularly bad stage, it lasted for around two weeks. All he would do was back up and do circles, When the rider thought she was getting somewhere with her horse, he’d just get worse. Soon he was adding bucking into his “games”. She knew it wasn’t pain, he was simply just uneducated and naughty. She did lots of ground work with him, things got to a stage that it was a two person job to get on him, otherwise he would just drop his head and buck. Once she was on him, it almost became like it was them against each other to see who was going to come out on top. She wouldn’t give up, she wouldn’t let him win. Finally one day, after many days of blood, sweat, tears and pain. They had a break through. She got him to walk, through her aids, without him even tossing his head. She was proud, very proud. Soon days turned into weeks and they were cantering together, he had even taken his first ground poll, after rearing up at it several times. Some days were bad, some days were good. But the rider had hope, she knew he could do it. | 
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