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Date Posted: 19:07:16 08/12/02 Mon
Author: Manta and Trixie
Author Host/IP: 216.117.62.65
Subject: Wahoo!
In reply to: Raven Beaty 's message, "Had he forgotten." on 18:49:44 08/12/02 Mon

Trikie stole towards the mare. She flung out a rope and caught her by the neck. Acting fast, she threw the light racing saddle on the paint and Fixed a bridal on. She then leapt into the saddle, got her stirrups, and sat crouched, waiting for the burst.

Manta was frozen in fear, suddenly she sprang, galloping madly. She suddenly understood that this human was not bad. Her old racing instincts kicked in when she felt the jockey kneading her kneck. She was suddenly back in Santa Anita, racing neck in neck with Wiseman's Ferry. She gave a grunt of determination and lengthened her strides. Her kneck stretched out and her ears pinned as she came over the hill, still in her fantasy world of the past.

Trixie was very surprised when the mare responded to her commands. SHe crouched low on her withers, her mane flying in her face. This was joy to the 21 year-old girl. She suddenly stood up in the stirrups and hauled on the reins as they came over the hill. There seemed to be a congregation of horses, rearing and plunging and screaming at a boat. "What's this about?" she thought out loud.

What! Why was the jockey pulling on her reins? THey were just lengths from the finish! Manta's dream world faded around her as she came back to reality. She slowed to a canter, then to a trot. She flung her head up in a throughbred-like manner. And shed from a rock. Her old personality was back again.

OOC: I'm changing her breed to thoroughbred. She was a racehorse once, she didn't tell anyone at mercury though.

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