Post by Phantom on Jul 24, 2010 16:25:13 GMT -5
CrashedTheParty
Its time to crash this party
A featherlite gooseneck trailer was backed up towards the sale barn. The trailer held six American Quarter Horses, all of which seemed of lighter or darker shades of palomino. Every last one of the horses seemed calm, as still as statues. They didn't even stir when the trailer gate was opened and light flooded into the trailer. Each one was led out easily out of the trailer and soon a handler came to the last horse, a dark golden stallion whose mane reached a bit far down his shoulder. Crash turned his head to look at the handler, a look of intelligence was written all over his blazed face. The horse did not make a sound except for the sound of his hooves as he was led out of the trailer and onto the ground below
The handler fixed the stud chain looped through the stallion's leather halter in which 'Crashed The Party' was engraved on a plate on the side of his halter. The handler pulled on the leather lead slightly and the golden equine followed behind him. Soon enough the owner of the horse came up to the owner commanding him to groom the stallion and find a place to excersise him so that people could get a good look at him. The human wanted the horse sold today, not tomorrow, not later, today. The handler simply nodded and hurried the stallion to the stall in which he was to be held. Crash flicked his ear in response to the brushing of sleek coat but otherwise made no other reaction. The stallion even yawned as the handler put the bridle on the horse then he threw the saddle up onto the horse's back. Only then did Crash turn his head, the people who owned always did the girth too tight on him but of course he didn't have say in it as the handler tightened the girth. Horses never had a say in anything.
The handler had luckily found a small round pen and he was able to excersise the horse in there. He pulled on the reins and Crash gnawed on the bit as he followed behind. Stupid girth. The stallion thought to himself as he was led into the round pen. He would put up with all of it because after all he was a working horse. Working horses had to work. He had been taught to cut calves from mass herd. He had mastered the art of reining. The stallion had even learned the concept of jumping over fences, but he didn't quite understand the pattern of it all. He was taught to race against other horses. There was nothing this stallion did not know or could not learn. He listened to the handler's commands as he was lunged around the pen at a trot, then a canter and so forth. Crash snorted, it was all so boring He waited as the handler got a foot in the stirrup then trotted him around the pen this time in the saddle. I don't like girths! He nickered. He stopped as the handler pulled back on the reins and made the stallion back up. Crash rolled his eyes, same ol routine. He was glad when the handler got out of the saddle and led him back to the holding pen and put him back in the stall, although he forgot to untack the horse as he placed a sign on the door that read:
Crash watched as the handler walked away then he snorted You idiot you forgot to take the saddle off! Of cours humans didn't understand him, they never did. Crash rolled his eyes again, now he would have to stand here with this hot saddle on his back and a girth that was too tight. He chewed on the bit for a few more moments, he didn't like being sweaty but of course he was used to it. He watched as many people looked into his stall he didn't know why know one wanted to buy him, was it because he was a stallion? Crash rolled his eyes again The idiots
Its time to crash this party
A featherlite gooseneck trailer was backed up towards the sale barn. The trailer held six American Quarter Horses, all of which seemed of lighter or darker shades of palomino. Every last one of the horses seemed calm, as still as statues. They didn't even stir when the trailer gate was opened and light flooded into the trailer. Each one was led out easily out of the trailer and soon a handler came to the last horse, a dark golden stallion whose mane reached a bit far down his shoulder. Crash turned his head to look at the handler, a look of intelligence was written all over his blazed face. The horse did not make a sound except for the sound of his hooves as he was led out of the trailer and onto the ground below
The handler fixed the stud chain looped through the stallion's leather halter in which 'Crashed The Party' was engraved on a plate on the side of his halter. The handler pulled on the leather lead slightly and the golden equine followed behind him. Soon enough the owner of the horse came up to the owner commanding him to groom the stallion and find a place to excersise him so that people could get a good look at him. The human wanted the horse sold today, not tomorrow, not later, today. The handler simply nodded and hurried the stallion to the stall in which he was to be held. Crash flicked his ear in response to the brushing of sleek coat but otherwise made no other reaction. The stallion even yawned as the handler put the bridle on the horse then he threw the saddle up onto the horse's back. Only then did Crash turn his head, the people who owned always did the girth too tight on him but of course he didn't have say in it as the handler tightened the girth. Horses never had a say in anything.
The handler had luckily found a small round pen and he was able to excersise the horse in there. He pulled on the reins and Crash gnawed on the bit as he followed behind. Stupid girth. The stallion thought to himself as he was led into the round pen. He would put up with all of it because after all he was a working horse. Working horses had to work. He had been taught to cut calves from mass herd. He had mastered the art of reining. The stallion had even learned the concept of jumping over fences, but he didn't quite understand the pattern of it all. He was taught to race against other horses. There was nothing this stallion did not know or could not learn. He listened to the handler's commands as he was lunged around the pen at a trot, then a canter and so forth. Crash snorted, it was all so boring He waited as the handler got a foot in the stirrup then trotted him around the pen this time in the saddle. I don't like girths! He nickered. He stopped as the handler pulled back on the reins and made the stallion back up. Crash rolled his eyes, same ol routine. He was glad when the handler got out of the saddle and led him back to the holding pen and put him back in the stall, although he forgot to untack the horse as he placed a sign on the door that read:
2007 Palomino AQHA Stallion
Is disciplined in many things. He is able to cut cattle, has been to taught to rein, show jump, and someone can easily rope a cow off of him. He also knows a bit of dressage. He is an All Rounder.
No vices whatsoever
For Sale for 1500$ or OB
Is disciplined in many things. He is able to cut cattle, has been to taught to rein, show jump, and someone can easily rope a cow off of him. He also knows a bit of dressage. He is an All Rounder.
No vices whatsoever
For Sale for 1500$ or OB
Crash watched as the handler walked away then he snorted You idiot you forgot to take the saddle off! Of cours humans didn't understand him, they never did. Crash rolled his eyes again, now he would have to stand here with this hot saddle on his back and a girth that was too tight. He chewed on the bit for a few more moments, he didn't like being sweaty but of course he was used to it. He watched as many people looked into his stall he didn't know why know one wanted to buy him, was it because he was a stallion? Crash rolled his eyes again The idiots
