I have a beautiful mustang named Aristo. Actually she's not all mustang, her dam was a purebred Arabian, and her sire was a mustang that somehow had some Thoroughbred blood mixed in. She was a beautiful cherry bay. She's a little shy around men because of her little encouter with Jake. She's runs free(sorta) in a mustang reserve in Neveda. Aristo. Aristo. That was the only thing keeping me sane as I painted the fences for Dad. The only reason that I was doing it was because I got to got to ride Prettypaint afterwards. Don't get me wrong, Aristo was my favorite but Prettypaint well, suddenly, peircing into my thoughts was a horse's scream.
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I dropped everything and ran. Cherry-wood paint and all spilling on the dry grass. A girl named Michelle was jumping a frisky chestnut pony called Vixen. Lashing her beautiful coat with her short whip she had had custom-made in Texas. "Jump you good for nothing pony!' she screeched! Finally as I was nearing the pen Vixen, eyes rolling with fear jumped, and stumbled, and came crashing down to Earth.