Post by xx. Cavalletti on Feb 23, 2007 22:43:28 GMT -5
Abby smiled at her friend. Haylie was running aound, shoving photos at Komi.Look Komi! They came! Our horses came! The eight-year-old yelled. Their horses had arrived finally and Harriet was settleing them in. Liberty and sahara, who was pregnant, needed training and rehab before they could be ridden. She held out three pictures. One of a neglected Chincoteague Pony called Sahara, A Palomino Quarter horse called Liberty and Misty, a white arab. Abby held out a bowl of pasta, and had two more on the bench. Then Haylie and Abby sat down at the bar stools to eat.