The Turnout Class

There I was. Mounted on a pony and standing nervously in line with other competitors awaiting the judge to come and inspect myself and my pony in the Best Turned Out competition. I didn’t expect to receive a ribbon, even though I had done my best to present everything spick and span. I was simply giving the pony a chance to become accustomed to being in the show ring, as he was young and inexperienced. I was the ripe old age of fifteen.

Oh, the judge is inspecting the horse next to me, soon it will be my turn. Now, sit up straight, look attentive. I prepared myself for the inspection, but then, as the judge came around alongside the pony, Rocky turned his head, saw the fluttering tie and grabbed it firmly between his lips! Oh horrors!! Rocky didn’t want to let go either, this was fun! I felt mortified! But finally he did release the tie, leaving lots of slobber on it and the judge then proceeded to give me a very cursory inspection, before quickly moving on to the next competitor.

I was glad when I could finally escape from the ring, although I knew I’d be teased mercilessly by the others waiting at the horse float. But no, they were rolling on the ground with tears of laughter pouring down their faces, and couldn’t say a word.

I did say I didn’t expect to get a ribbon…..

The Turnout Class

Enivea

Joined June 2008

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