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Date Posted: 08:14:13 04/29/02 Mon
Author: Fiona
Subject: Superlative.

Rain poured from the sky, a never ceasing cascade of wetness. Droplets landed on the peak of young would be star showjumper, and dripped onto her nose. She sheltered under the roof of the hay barn, which overlooked the entrace to the farm. Soon a trailer would pull up with her new horse Superlative. A striking bright chestnut, with great paces and a huge jump. Her father was bringing him over. Through the streaming preciptiation she saw a black range rover trailing a silver compartment. She beared the rein, waving to her father. The car drove to a halt and Fiona, eager, opened the front raqmp. A curious nicker greeted her. Kitted out in a matching electric blue rug, head coller and leadrope stood a well bred chestnut gelding. He snorted as she led him down the ramp and to his stable. The horse sniffed all the way around, inpecting his new home, then started on the sweet hay in the manger. She left him contented and went to speak to her father, but she realised it wasnt him. There stoot a savagely attractive young man. Over 6 foot, blonde hair, blue eyes and surely the most handsom face she'd ever seen. "Hi, i'm Ryan." He said. "Your Dad sent me over to keep an eyes on you. He and my Mother seem to get on well." Fiona, agast, said nothing.

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