okay so I just kinda made this up...
I stared out the window of our red pickup at the large barn we were headed for. it was huge, and had a natural wood stain, but the best part about it was that it contained twenty horses, one of which that would soon be mine. As soon as the truck came to a full stop, I unbuckled and leaped out of the truck. My parents and my little brother Joey followed.
"Slow down Dani!" My mom yelled after me. I slowed down a little, but not much. I stopped at the the opening of the massive structure, and twenty horses whinnied a hello to me. I walked to the first stall, home to a grey Quarter Horse gelding his name tag said Magnum. I could tell he was a western horse, not an eventer like I wanted. I walked to the other side of the aisle and saw a bay mare with four high white stockings and a large star. Her information tag said she was a Thoroughbred Connemara cross. She had long legs and was really muscular. Her name was Impossible Magic, Magic for short. I looked over my shoulder and saw my parents talking to the owner of the stable, his name was Tom Garrin. I gave Magic one last pat and walked over to them and asked Tom if I could try out Magic.
"Sure take any one of them out." Todd said kindly
I stared out the window of our red pickup at the large barn we were headed for. it was huge, and had a natural wood stain, but the best part about it was that it contained twenty horses, one of which that would soon be mine. As soon as the truck came to a full stop, I unbuckled and leaped out of the truck. My parents and my little brother Joey followed.
"Slow down Dani!" My mom yelled after me. I slowed down a little, but not much. I stopped at the the opening of the massive structure, and twenty horses whinnied a hello to me. I walked to the first stall, home to a grey Quarter Horse gelding his name tag said Magnum. I could tell he was a western horse, not an eventer like I wanted. I walked to the other side of the aisle and saw a bay mare with four high white stockings and a large star. Her information tag said she was a Thoroughbred Connemara cross. She had long legs and was really muscular. Her name was Impossible Magic, Magic for short. I looked over my shoulder and saw my parents talking to the owner of the stable, his name was Tom Garrin. I gave Magic one last pat and walked over to them and asked Tom if I could try out Magic.
"Sure take any one of them out." Todd said kindly