I vaulted off Monday and let the waves lap at my feet I then grabbed his reins and tied him to a nearby tree. I shivered as a gust of
RIP Argo, Vicki’s fav Kaimanawa…
I walked warily towards my dapple grey mount and gave her a shaky stroke on her neck, someone behind me whispered ” It’s okay Bluebell is the sweetest pony here.”
The trees shadowed over me like skyscrapers as i urged captain into a brisk trot I desperately wanted to turn around but I was curious to see how the ditches we
I platted Milo’s mane for the special occasion as well as adding some of mum’s mascara which I stole from her room. Daisy waited patiently as I saddled up, then we galloped
Pixie tensed and i knew something was up and signaled her to stop. the cattle muster was about to begin!
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