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Post by .*.Brandy.*. on May 30, 2008 16:13:04 GMT -5
I don't see what the big fuss is about. Spoke isn't that spectacular.
I blankly stared at my older brother, Reed, for about a minute, waiting for him to say just kidding as I sat on the gray's back. The stud's auds flickered forward at this statement and he snorted, as if he was just as appalled as I was. I couldn't believe my own flesh and blood would say something like that about one of my favorite horses. Spoke had recieved many honors at GM and Reed was denouncing the amazing warmblood? I was angry and knew I had to prove him wrong as I so often did. OK, so I didn't do it often but I knew that Spoke and I could make him take back his words. I pressed my outside heel into the stallion's side and the dappled grey leapt into a canter on his left lead. Spoke's canter was one that was very rocking, perfect for hunters. Seriously, it was like a metronome. Eyes focused and head up, I steered Spoke for the first line in the combination at around 2'6 in height, the second at 2'9. The stallion's speed didn't change as we approached and he took off in the correct spot but loosely dropped a toe over the fence, his hoof scraping the pole briefly. I winced. Spoke wouldn't do that over the next fence, I knew. He had the intelligence to never make a mistake more than once. He got the striding correct between the fences and I prepared for a sharp turn over the end of the fence. He tucked now, neatly jumping the fence without touching it as we turned sharply to the left.
I wanted to do a rollback from the first fence of the other outside line so I turned Spoke sharply towards the first fence and his auds pricked forward when he realized I was going for the jumper prospect of fences, rather than hunters. He was excellent at making that kind of switch. We jumped the fence cleanly and with my weight shift, he made the turn easily towards the fence we had jumped just one prior. He cleanly jumped it and swapped his lead over the fence, turning sharply to the right. I headed him on the diagonal and his speed remained consistent as we neared the highest fence at 3'. We jumped it easily and he swapped his lead for me again as we circled to the left once and stopped in front of Reed. I looked at him defiantly at our flawless performance. My brother had a grin creeping across his features. My jaw dropped.
You don't actually think that, do you?
I asked definitively. My brother's face was completely consumed with a smile of knowing that he had done a good deed and nodded. Wow. I'm gullible.
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