Post by sillyfilly09 on Sept 2, 2011 19:52:48 GMT -5
The bay stallion cantered around the track whole-heartedly, like there was fire in his belly. His jockey was trying hard to keep him in line, but the stallion was having none of it. He was galloping hard, wind biting at his mane and tail, whipping it behind him. HIs jockey swore from his back, roughly tugging on the reins to get his attention. The bay horse responded with a buck. "Fine, have it your way." The jockey muttered, pushing him on, which caused the horse to falter strides, as if he was saying, Oh you're agreeing with me now? Egging him on, he glided him past the quarter mile pole, and Turro seemed like he would go on forever.
They rocketed past the finish wire, and still the bay stallion showed no signs of letting up. His jockey was ready to give up, when he thought of an idea. Raising his left arm, it caused Turroo's head to fling up, making him slow down instantly. "Well it was fun while it lasted, Turro. You gotta be less of a dick if you want to win, horse." Jockey, Joe muttered at the foaming stallion. Turro shook his head, black mane flying all over the place. They made their way back to the barn, Joe devastated that the horse still wasn't listening to him. He had his first race next week and if he couldn't get him to cooperate, could his race jockey?
They rocketed past the finish wire, and still the bay stallion showed no signs of letting up. His jockey was ready to give up, when he thought of an idea. Raising his left arm, it caused Turroo's head to fling up, making him slow down instantly. "Well it was fun while it lasted, Turro. You gotta be less of a dick if you want to win, horse." Jockey, Joe muttered at the foaming stallion. Turro shook his head, black mane flying all over the place. They made their way back to the barn, Joe devastated that the horse still wasn't listening to him. He had his first race next week and if he couldn't get him to cooperate, could his race jockey?