Horseplay

Yesterday’s corner time: 9 Minutes.

The saddle that I had ordered for Becca, my baby sister, arrived in the post yesterday and it fitted her like a glove.

She wouldn’t stop complaining at first but once she had the bit between her teeth (I’d ordered one of these too), we didn’t look back. Well, to be fair, she couldn’t look back - I had a really tight grip on the reins.

We’ve certainly come a long way since first attempting to break Becca.

Gone is the need for a whip - replaced by spurs.
Gone is the need to grip onto her ears for dear life - replaced by reins.
Gone is the need to muffle her squeals – replaced by a shiny brass bit.

By the end of the day, she was starting to limp a bit and I was worried that she may have gone lame.

I gave her leg a thorough examination and decided that there was nothing for it, she’d have to be shot. I tied up her reins to a tree and went inside to get my gun.

I was just about to shoot her when Dad wandered out. He took one look at Becca and immediately diagnosed that she had a stone in her shoe. Well, that was lucky.

It turns out that my gun didn’t have any water in it anyway.

Matthew.

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