total eclipse of the heart.

[alicekcrose]

Ears pricked and standing tall, the large seventeen hand two inch filly stepped on to the turf. Race day was fast approaching, and it was time for the filly to shine, and show her true potential. She was going against our colt, Dawn Of Silence, in a maiden race, seven furlongs, over the turf. She was a beautiful filly, with a lot to run for. I mean, seriously. She's huge. Bigger than our horse, Paradox. Now blimy, he was big. I smiled as I walked her around, to get used to the feel of the turg underneath her feet.
Slowly, I gave her a little kick and she broke in to a bouncy trot. She really lifted her knees up. I felt the filly beneath me as I began to rise with her trot. She trotted up the track, pricking her ears tall and prancing along, her hooves hitting the turf in canon. We were then approached by a black overo pony horse, with a female rider on board.
So, what would you like to do today? The lady asked politely, as Lily broke into a canter beside her. Would it be possibly to go five furlongs with the gate please? I asked politely, sweeping some strands of hair out of my face. The birds tweeted and Lily raised her head, slightly alarmed at the new sound. It's okay, girl. I said, stroking her neck, as I stood in her stirrups, cantering and warming up as we approached the start.
We arrived and I slowed her down, bringing her back down through her paces. Canter, trot, and walk. The pony horse came back to a walk too, and we were lead by a small man who lead us in to the starting gate. Lily didn't look. She just closed her eyes, and walked into the gate, pawing at the ground as she did so. A chestnut work horse was lead along side.
The bell rang, and the filly broke rather quickly. The work horse also broke quickly, and went for the lead. Lily gave this leader about four lengths, so she could make her run. She pounded along the turf, but at a pace of a closer runner. As we headed in to the corner, passing the three furlongs pole, Lily pricked her ears and changed her lead. She began to move wide and come on the outside.
As she entered the home stretch, the filly pricked her ears and pounded down the centre of the track. The work horse got closer and closer, and I let her go. She was flying. She pricked her ears and flew past the work horse. Looking back, the jockey was urging, but we were ahead by about six or seven lengths. I stood high in my stirrups and brought her back to a trot. Good girl. I said, stroking her neck. Alice stood at the side of the track. Looking good, She said, smiling.

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