F i r s t T r a i n i n g S e s s i o n

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[lol I had fun with the title]

Ginger was mad. She pinned her auds against her tiara and paced around. This was her first timne in the stall and she hated it. Ginger squealed to let the door know it wasn't afraid to open it herself. Ginger put her pearls on the top of the wood to show the door who's boss. She turned and kicked out with both back pillars. The door was hit with so much force that the sound of her flints connecting with the wood echoed through the barn. Ginger was squealing and whinnying, making a huge commotion. Most of the horses in the barn looked at her couriously. Ginger dispised the door and was determined to get it open. She let out an ear piercing squeal to let somebody know that this door will either open or die. She was determined to kill it if it didn't open.

[I'm laughing my head off right now......She'd going to kill the door if it doesn't open.......HA!!!!!!LOL.......she thinks the door is like alive and won't cooperate with her.......she's trying to show it whos boss........LOL!!!! or she's going to kill it]

[X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X]

Josh walked in, carrying a saddle and a bridle. For awhile, he stood and stared at the angery mare, then began to laugh.Hey girl stop that. If you ruin it, you will have splinters. And its not supposed to taste good, he said with a grin. The top, where she was biting, was made of western pine, a foul tasting tree, even when dried.

[XoX...HotFlash...XoX]

Ginger barred her teeth at the door, her auds still pinned. As she saw Josh appear she let out an ear piercing squeal of delight. She noticed the saddle and tried to smell it. Then the silver on the bridle caught her eye. She stretched out her neck, reaching towards the bridle. She was one courious horse. Turning back to her hay for a moment and snatched a few bites of hay. The golden sraws hung out of the sides of her mouth as she munched them. She nickered softly before turning her attention to eather reaching Josh, The Saddle, or The Bridle.

[X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X]

Josh chuckled, letting Ginger smell the plain bridle, his training bridle. Many horses learned their first cues with this bridle. It was his good luck bridle. Not even Sam could get it away from him. The saddle was jsut one he grabbed from the tack/junk room.