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Post by Cookie1212 on Aug 30, 2008 21:52:05 GMT -5
Nathan Story parked his pick-up truck and continued humming as he exited the truck, slamming the door as he made his way back to the trailer, lead rope in hand.
The trailer door came down with a soft thunk, as to not startle the horse within. A stunning dun Mustang stallion stood in the trailer, and Nate couldn't help but grin. This was his horse now, and he already had a great feeling about it.
"Hey buddy," the teen said to the horse as he entered the trailer, unhooking the halter from the chain connecting it to the trailer and snapping the lead rope on. Once this was done he extended his hand to the stallion slowly, still slightly stunned by him. |
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Post by Sardines ♥ on Aug 30, 2008 22:31:40 GMT -5
Chiasso heard the clink of the latch on the lead rope and started bobbing his head up and down. It was something about that noise that got him happy. Despite the so many times that he was lead in and out of new homes, the blissful times he had overpowered the bad and made him have hope for the future. This eager steed was anxiously waiting at the opening of the trailer, watching it softly smack the ground. He bent down to nibble on the rope that latched on to the wall so he couldn't escape.
This owner wasn't too shabby at all. He seemed gentle and young. His pat wasn't too firm, so right then he kinda sensed he was a keeper. The stallion hobbled down the ramp and let the docile young man lead him around. Chiasso let out a soft whinny as he looked around at his new surroundings. What a beautiful place. It was beyond his expectations. Everything was clean. 'I'm home.' he thought.
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Post by Cookie1212 on Aug 30, 2008 22:54:46 GMT -5
Nate smiled slightly as the stallion let out a whinny. He stopped in front of the stable, allowing some slack in the lead rope for the new horse to look around.
After a few moments he picked up the lead rope again and began walking forward, assuming that the horse would follow him. Nate walked slowly, allowing the horse to look around before he lead the horse into the stall that would be his. It was at the end of the isle, closest to the sliding door, which he hoped the boy wouldn't be a problem.
"So you like it, Chiasso?" |
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Post by Sardines ♥ on Aug 31, 2008 0:20:32 GMT -5
Chiasso did look around a bit. It was so fascinating. The bright colors of the trees, the bunnies off in the woods. The new horse smells. It was all so much to take in at once, but it was still soothing. He liked the pitter-pat his hooves made on the hard cement of the barn floor. All the horses heads poked out from behind their doors to greet him.
Chiasso gave a little whinny of hello to all the new ponies. But then he arrived to his new stall. He rubbed his nose on the new establishment. His eyes darted around the room. Yes it was safe, he assured himself. So then he walks into his soft, new bed. Chiasso gives a little snort of approval of his new home. Before Nathan shuts the door closed, Chiasso gives him a lick on his hand, then quickly givings him the view of his butt. You got to have a little sense of humor.
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Post by Cookie1212 on Aug 31, 2008 11:41:15 GMT -5
Nate looked at the horse when his hand was licked, grinning slightly. And then the stallion just turned away, giving him the butt treatment. "Alrighty, Chiasso. I'll be back soon. Don't eat anything you aren't supposed to while I'm gone." The young man left, thinking about the path of distruction the horse was going to leave in such a playful manner.
A while later Nathan returned, holding an English saddle, saddle pad, and a bridle. He walked past the stall without looking in, not sure he wanted to know what was going on, and headed into the tack room, putting the tack down and then returning to the stall. |
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Post by Sardines ♥ on Aug 31, 2008 14:29:53 GMT -5
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It seemed like forever until Nate came back. Chiasso waited and waited and waited some more. He started circling around in his stall, first counter-clockwise. Then he switched to clockwise. There was nothing to play with in there! Like not even one of those dangling balls. So he thought it was a good idea to start chewing on the wood. That's all. No big deal.
Chiasso poked his head out of the stall to greet the boy that came back. His ears pricked forward. Then to the sides. Other riders were there getting their horses ready. The tinkle sounds that the stirrups made made him twitch a little. Like the goose-bump feeling. Chiasso hoped he would get led out to do something. He wanted to look around some more.
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Post by Cookie1212 on Aug 31, 2008 17:29:48 GMT -5
Nate peeked in the stall at the horse, sighing when he saw the teeth marks in the wood. Note to Nate: buy the horse something to keep him entertained.
He entered the stall again, holding out his hand for a moment before he began stroking the horse on the neck. "What'da want to do? Hm?" Though he was half talking to himself as well as the horse, he supposed that it still counted.
"How about we go out in the arena?"
Thoughtfully, he grabbed Chiasso's new halter. It was a light blue color with a dark brown boarding the outside. Slowly, he slipped it over Chiasso's head, not exactly sure how he would react. |
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Post by Sardines ♥ on Aug 31, 2008 18:08:00 GMT -5
Chiasso just stood there as the halter was slipped over his ears. It was nothing new, nothing to be afraid of. The halter had shown no potential threat to him. He stamped his hind leg once. He was getting a little eager to get out of here. Before he knew it, one leg was in front of the other and he was moving along.
Now we were at the cross-ties. Not his favorite thing; it was kind of scary. If there was any sudden movements, there was going to be a few problems. Chiasso flicked his ears and tail. He bobbed his head up and down to make the cross-ties bounce. That was fun. It made his lips flap too. All the noises were very amusing to him, and the other riders around them. They were all chuckling, along with pointing. Whenever he had the chance, Chiasso is going to make every boring situation into a fun one, in his own way.
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