Post by moonlightsonata on Nov 26, 2006 16:53:13 GMT -5
This is a little story i made up to remember my pony(don't worry he's not dead!)
The girl cantered along a small winding trail, she rode a small chestnut pony fit for anything, and smart as could be. As they rode into a small clearing the pony tossed his head, his copper main flipping back and forth, glistening in the morning sun. as they cantered along the girl spotted a log, about 2 feet high. She steered the pony in it's direction. Spotting the log the pony picked up speed and with one effortless move glided over the log.
As they steered back into the woods she slowed the pony to a trot, a small creek lay ahead and she knew the pony would be timid. As they approached it the pony starred at the water trickling through the rocks. The pony slowed to a walk and stretched his elegant neck down to the water. The pony then leaped over the stream and trotted away.
They followed the winding path a little further till a ditch, three feet across came up. The girl attempted to stop the pony, but he just kept going. He leaped over the ditch as if it were nothing! The girl laughed and patted the pony as they cantered on.
They finally came to where the path let onto a deserted street. Looking both ways the girl let the pony cross, on the other side was a field where she let the pony gallop. His legs stretched out in front of him, his chestnut coat sparkling gold in the sun. They leaped over logs and ditches without the slightest second though.
To my beloved to pony Lenny, best pony in the word, and anywhere else
The girl cantered along a small winding trail, she rode a small chestnut pony fit for anything, and smart as could be. As they rode into a small clearing the pony tossed his head, his copper main flipping back and forth, glistening in the morning sun. as they cantered along the girl spotted a log, about 2 feet high. She steered the pony in it's direction. Spotting the log the pony picked up speed and with one effortless move glided over the log.
As they steered back into the woods she slowed the pony to a trot, a small creek lay ahead and she knew the pony would be timid. As they approached it the pony starred at the water trickling through the rocks. The pony slowed to a walk and stretched his elegant neck down to the water. The pony then leaped over the stream and trotted away.
They followed the winding path a little further till a ditch, three feet across came up. The girl attempted to stop the pony, but he just kept going. He leaped over the ditch as if it were nothing! The girl laughed and patted the pony as they cantered on.
They finally came to where the path let onto a deserted street. Looking both ways the girl let the pony cross, on the other side was a field where she let the pony gallop. His legs stretched out in front of him, his chestnut coat sparkling gold in the sun. They leaped over logs and ditches without the slightest second though.
To my beloved to pony Lenny, best pony in the word, and anywhere else