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Racer
Aug 29, 2008 5:23:57 GMT -5
Post by rowes on Aug 29, 2008 5:23:57 GMT -5
Lindsay tugged on the reins trying to get the resitant stallion into the box. He reared but was quickly restrained by his jockey. Tony grabbed a hold of his reins and led him in a small circle then into the box. The doors were quickly closed behind the black Thoroughbred's rump and locked. He snorted and threw his head into the air, flashing the whites of his eyes. "We'll have to get him used to the boxes if he's gunna' race." Tony sighed patting his flank that showed over the sides. "Ready?" he asked his daughter as she sat in the small saddle. She nodded so slowly he pressed the button on the side of the box and shot a small air gun. He bolted from the box and pelted down he track. Lindsay pulled him into the side of the track, as she would in a real race. He pushed himself with every stride, launching of his haunches onto his front hoof and onwards. ony clicked his yellow stopwatch and looked down at the numers. He nodded, "Good. He's fast but he could be faster." he shouted as Lindsay pulled in towards the boxes again.
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