Reba - A True Story
I met Reba when I was at a horseback riding camp. One of the helpers brought Sammie, Martina and I to a pasture. Her name was Trine the first helper. She showed us a black/brown horse named Ebony and a fuzzy white horse named, Emma. The last was a chestnut mare named Reba.
When I touched her her coat was like velvet. I stood on the fence and hugged her. She didn't spook one bit. I love her. There was a fake papier mache flower on the ground by the pasture. I picked it up and set it by Reba's ear. Still no spooking. She was so sweet. She looked perfect.
Next time I go to horseback riding, I'm going to ask one of the people that are pros at the barn if Reba was a lesson or school horse. School horse I hope. Reba is a diamond to me now, I love her. The best thing that would happen to me is if I could ride her.