BlossomHillStable

A warmth stimulated inside me, making me feel fuzzy. Producers and cameramen gathered around us, wanting interviews and pictures. Someone even wanted to buy our horses! We posed for a few, and then decided to redeem our privacy. "Well done Jack. You were really great. I love you." I reminded him, smiling. He grinned back, and lead Theodore over to the water trough. I was about to follow when a person approached me, smiling. "Jenna! Jenna you did it! You did it Jenna!" It was my dad, as he picked me up and hugged me. "Good boy, Mistle. Good boy!" He yelled, hugging Mistletoe. "Where's Theodore?" He asked. "And Jack?" He looked around. "Trough

"And they're all in..." The announcer called from the crow's nest.The race siren hollered, the gates un-bolted themselves, and a bunch of rangy thoroughbreds charged down the field. Mistle charged out of the gates, stretching his legs out, determined to lead. He lead the way, taking over Three Pine Ranch's Oregon, in first place by a hoofbeat. I couldn't see Jack, but I knew he was close. Probably battling out with Trestle Hill, our preciously conquered opponants. Mistletoe was really going for it this time, leading now by a few strides, everything came in a rush. Suddenly, the familliar sound of hoofbeats echoed behind me. Jack was next to

As Mistletoe walked had resolved to around the circle, I felt him pulling on the reins, becoming more anxious. His elegant, graceful steps had resolved to tense paces. He pulled somw more, shaking his head. I shifted in my seat, trying to settle my nerves. All around us, cameras were flashing as the others pose. My dad was walking with us, fussing over the little things, like my stirrups and the way I held my reins. Checking, and checking again. "Listen to me, Jenna. When you get to the corner, keep him  central. Don't let Mistle charge all the way round, he'll never last. Keep him under control, okay? Remember what we practised." He said, p