Caught in the storm
by Blue( Hannah) B.
(New York )
When I first rode her right off the trailer, I thought that she was just some fast- prancing- small. Wow, I had truly been dumb because the first minute I met her I began to love her. I exercised her for a girl named, Avery, never knowing how to really exercize her. This summer I began to free lunge her, learning all her tricks. She would either pretend to be tired and then shoot off like a firecracker in the ring or get all her energy out when I free lunged her. Slowly I began to enjoy caring for her. When I didn't lunge her I rode her around and around till she got tired and content.
One day, the rain was pouring and all the ponies had to be brought in before the lightning struck. I remember grabbing my pony, handing it off to a friends once he was safe inside and then dashing over to Princess. She and her friend, Twinkie, were galloping around their paddock in terror. Twinkie's owmer grabbed her and began to walk her away but Penelope stayed in the paddock not knowing what to do.
I knew and loved this pony too well for her to be in a storm, in danger. A burst of thunder shook the floor and it began to pour in hail. Princess ran again and again. I took a breath and slowly walked over to her. She came to me and followed me out. Her prancy walk bounced every time rain hid her face. And when we were safely inside the barn, I looked at my soaked summer shorts and ruined Paddock boots. I suddenly knew that this pony, even though it wasn't mine, trusted me to save her in a storm.
