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Learning To Fly
 By Castaway Wish   •   6th Jan 2011   •   2,006 views   •   4 comments
I had just cleared a jump, and my wings had folded as I approached the next one. It was a cross-country course, and my next jump was a make-shift water fence. I ramped up my speed and took off, my wings outstretched.

“He is so cute when he is sleeping!” Called the red-head. She had woken me up, I took a step wait, I took a step? I could walk! I neighed and reared happily, then bonked my head on the roof of my new stall. Again, my world was filled with black. I woke up in a ring. There was a saddle on my back, and I stood still, knowing this meant I was going to be ridden.

“Well then, it looks like he’s been trained!” Said the red lady.

“So she was telling the truth.” Nodded the blue lady.
Realizing I was not going to be ridden, I fell asleep. The next thing I remember is the skilled, young hands of a horse master at work.
“Shhhh, it’s okay. I’m Jasmine. Everything is going to be okay.” She soothed into my ear. As if by magic, I relaxed. This was the sign of a horse whisperer. She had know what to say, and when to say it. I fell asleep, standing there.

When I woke up again it was at around midnight. I looked around at my surroundings, they were top notch. From what I could tell, I was in the biggest and best stall. It was a large European style, and it was in a corner. There was all different kinds of stalls at my new home, European styles were usually used for broad mares.

Jasmine slipped a black halter with fuzzies over my head. Normally I would have freaked out, but I could sense that this girl was the one that needed healing, not me. I leaned into her. She laughed and did a nice, pressurized pat, brushing my fur the way it grew. I soon closed my eyes. She laughed again, and said, “Come on boy, don’t you want to be all nice and clean for the hot mares?” I walked forward, eager for the hot mares to like me.

After the thorough groom, she rode me. She was very light, and a natural, she was not to hard or to soft, she was just right. I felt relaxed and was sad when the ride was over, I hoped she would ride me again. She cooled me down and groomed me again, then she let me out in to my stall, which had a run. I sprinted out into the world.

One day there was a lot of other, new people at the barn. They wore black jackets and white pants. There was also some new horses. Jasmine walked up to me and I neighed a greeting. “Hey boy!” she smiled. “We need a new name for your new life.” I bobbed my head in agreement.

My old name had been Avro Arrow, or Avro. My new name is New Beginning, or “Newbie”. I saw Jasmine smile, and skip away. She dodged a large white horse, and I whinnied saddly after her. I did not want to be left alone. She turned a corner, and vanished out of my sight.

The big horse that looked like it was carved out of marble, was led into the stall across from mine. I read the shiny, blue, plack, which read in loud, bold, font, “moment of excellence” below that plack, there were two more, a matching one reading “Moment”, and a white piece of paper in a black, metal frame with a horse on it. In curly writing, the door of the stall held the white horse. It read Moment Of Excellence. She would be my greatest passion.

I nickered to the pretty mare in a swirly, warm, whinny. She didn't whinny back.
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Breegirly  
Write the next write the next!!!!!!
  Jan 9, 2011  •  1,239 views
 
Wanderin Boy Memorial  
This is amazing ! You are a great writer. Can't wait for the next one
  Feb 3, 2011  •  1,243 views
 
Little Bitty Farm  
Great article!
  May 9, 2011  •  1,270 views
 
Deleted Accounts  
this is amazing, woo!
  May 5, 2012  •  1,280 views
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