Trick Pony (Show Jumping Dreams ~ Book 11) by Svendsen Claire

Author:Svendsen, Claire [Svendsen, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-10-30T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

It was the weekend before the show and I still hadn’t figured out what costume I was going to use. Mickey, true to her word, was dressing Hampton up as an actual scared cat with a bushy tail and everything. Faith had her Mac n Cheese outfit and I was left wondering why I was even bothering. Dressing Bluebird up would just confirm what everyone already thought, that I was just a silly little girl with her pony and not someone to be taken seriously at all.

“If you don’t hurry up and decide then it will be too late to go and get a costume,” Faith said.

“That’s okay,” I said. “Then I’ll just throw a sheet over him and pretend that he is a ghost.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” Mickey said. “But what about you?”

“I’ll wear a sheet too,” I said.

“Don’t be silly.” Faith laughed. “You can’t be a ghost sitting on top of a ghost. That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“How about the headless horseman.” Ethan walked by with his saddle in one hand and his grooming kit in the other. He suddenly had all these muscles that I hadn’t noticed before.

“I could do that,” I said. “But if I chop my own head off then how am I supposed to ride in the jumper class?”

“You don’t actually chop your head off.” Faith giggled. “You put a cloak over your head, like this.” She pulled her shirt up and stumbled about with her arms in front of her.

“That’s not a headless horseman.” Mickey threw her hoof pick at her. “That’s a zombie.”

“I could be a zombie,” I said. “Wrap Bluebird up in toilet paper. How many rolls do you think it would take?”

“About a million,” Mickey said. “Or at least a lot.”

“I don’t even want to be in the stupid costume class,” I said.

“But you have to,” Faith wailed, making her best looking sad face.

“Cut it out,” I said. “You know you already have me wrapped around your little finger.”

“I know.” She smiled. “Isn’t it awesome? I wish you were my real sister.”

And I felt a twinge of guilt because it would have been cool to have my own real sister around as well.

“Are you guys going to ride or just stand around here all day chatting?” Esther came out of the office, eyeing our half tacked horses and general messiness with distain.

“Definitely riding,” I said.

After all, Esther didn’t have time to teach us very often now and as I slipped the bit into Bluebird’s mouth, I wondered just how many more lessons there would be. It was sad to think that it was the end of an era. As we took our horses out into the bright afternoon sunshine, I felt a pang of guilt that the Sand Hill part of our lives was coming to an end.

Since we were all riding together, Esther took us down to the field. The horses walked side by side, Macaroni trudging along beside Bluebird with his head down like he was pulling a cart.

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