Subject: Louis walks into the stallion barn, and ges over to her stallion, Flying Tiger... |
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Date Posted: 08:07:21 06/03/01 Sun
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She grooms him down, until his coat is shining. Then, she places his exercise saddle on his back, and puts on the bridle. She leads him out of the stable and to the race track. She hops into the saddle, and takes him on a slow canter around the track in the wrong direction once, then turns Tiger around, whispers something in his ear, and off they go. Laying low over the stallion's shoulder, Louis watches the marker posts fly by. The stallion pounds the ground, sending chips of dirt out behind him. His muscles ripple underneath his coat, and he stretches out his neck, pulling with all he has. Louis slows him down a bit, and pats his lathered neck. "Super, Tiger. You really do fly." She turns him around, and cools him down, then leads him back to the stable, to groom him again, and put his cooler blanket on him.
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