Date Posted:18:03:44 06/09/03 Mon Author: .x. Joey .x./The Tiger Subject: .x. Looks are deceiving .x.
.x. Upon getting permission from the owner, Joey slowly leads in her Pure Mangalarga mare. Her right hand is placed gently on the mare's chestnut neck, and her left on the nylon lead rope. She softly hums while leading The Tiger into her stall. Sighing softly, Joey unclips the lead and heads into the tack room to hang it up. She slowly walks back and lets herself in with the mare, she grabs a small box full of grooming stuff and lies in on the floor. The female takes hold of a curry comb and begins to rid the mare's coat of dried sweat and dirt. Next she grabs a stiff bristled brush and continues her job until all of the larger portions were gone. Joey rests her head on her smooth neck and then lets herself out of the stall. Tanned hand scratches her forehead before dropping to the human's side. "I'll be back..." .x.
