Five of Seven's First Ride (by Five)

Hey. It's me again. So, I'm back to talk about horses. Well, actually, my first REAL ride. Anyway, I will show you one picture, but not yet.


I was riding a horse named Fancy, and my mom was on a horse named Cheyenne. I loved Fancy. She was twenty six years old and, as you will see, a beautiful brown horse. When I was first riding, I was incredibly afraid of falling off. THANK GOODNESS FOR CONFIDENCE. I finally got used to it (after five minutes) and rode with no problem. Lucky for me, we are going again soon.

We rode the the woods, we road on a path, through fields, and we even saw a doe bounding through the fields. Fancy was obedient, and I really didn't have to do anything to tell her to go. Cheyenne was different. She actually had to be slapped hard to get her to go. I know because my mom told me. Fancy nearly bucked. Well, actually, she did buck. But she had one of those darn horse flies on her behind! She got about one inch off the ground, then she went back down. I only felt it a little bit. She also didn't like being in the back. She liked to catch up and get in the front. So did Cheyenne.

The teacher was riding Bruno, a horse that literally changes colors. At one point he was white, and the next, he was palomino! Okay, I sort of made that up. SORT OF. You see, he did change those colors, but it took a long time. We found that out by the website, and because the teacher told us. And, he also decided to "use the restroom" in the middle of the trail! Lucky for me, Fancy had moved off to the side (after I forced her to) and didn't step in the "stuff".

N ow, I changed my background color JUST FOR THE HECK OF IT. I liked riding Fancy. Next time we go there, which is very soon, I will ride Cheyenne.

By the way, I am disguised by my pony tail and helmet. And, the horse is Fancy. But, I have to end my post now. Because frankly, I can't think of anything else to say! 


Bye.