Post by Isabelle on Sept 6, 2016 13:50:10 GMT -5
Isabelle ~ ALL RIGHT TROOPS! EVERYONE AT ATTENTION! *waits for all pretty ponies to stand in row* *has riding crop slapping against leg, as she frowns, walking back and forth in front of all fourteen racing string NDM ponies* I have been most discouraged in many of your last places and low placings of late. We need to rally! We need to show the world that we are not going to take – Trish, put your lips back over your teeth at once! – things lying down. No! We won’t! We are going to run, run FOR the finish line! NOT the stable, not your friend, you will NOT balk at tractors, trailers, fans, non-fans, starting gates, balloons, streamers, banners, noises, wind, silence, talking, whistles, hands, reins, saddles, OR your own shadow! Phoenix pay attention. I’m watching you, Lily, and I did see that, Smolder, yes, you, Smolder, no innocent faces.
We need to work harder than ever, Breeder’s is coming and not ONE of you has shown much promise to run in it. I am very discouraged by this, we are not on the tracks to sleep! We are on the tracks to run! Yes, I admit I preach experience and having fun, but horse poo we need some wins! Too many times I’m hearing his legs go in the way of him, he was distracted, he pranced too much before the race, he startled at the gate. And I use he loosely, you shes are all to blame here as well – Simba you will not call Dyna, she’s busy.
TROOPS! We have September, October, and November left. December first I shall choose if ANY of you have gotten enough going to even think about going to breeders. Do we want breeders? *hears nothing* I SAID DO WE WANT BREEDERS? *hears lots of snorts and neighs* That’s better. *hits self too hard with crop* Ow . . . *horsies laugh* *eyes horsies* AHEM. As I was saying, you have three months to change my mind. That’s about six races for each of you, and seeing how you all do in those six races or so I might not let you race at all in December! What do you think about that??? Huh?? Huh??? HUH?? *horsies quiet* Now do we want to race, or not?
*stands in front of Phoenix Inferno* You, sir, have now had eight races coming in third. You broke your maiden on your first run the first week in January, and ever since have been acting as if you don’t know what first place means. That means being the horse in FRONT at the wire! I’ve put you in G5+ races, open races, G5 races, and most were all with two year olds. What have you to say for yourself? I even gave you a surface supreme. And this gift has gone to your hips instead of your legs, I see. *Phoenix snorts* You are dismissed.
*goes up and down on toes in front of Eternally Smoldering* You are slipping, young man. Right out of the money. You’ve placed fourth your last three races. I had high hopes for you going into breeders, too. *tsk tsk* *Smolder glowers* You can go, mister.
*exhales in front of Sugar Demon* Young lady. *Suda snorts and chews* You did well getting a first last week, ending your dry spell. However you placed third in the last two TSTT legs. You have one more to go in a few weeks, do you plan to improve on your performance? Being grade two I expect more of you. Off with you. *Suda snaps Isabelle’s crop in two and chomps on one end, high tailing it*
*flings half of crop over shoulder and plants hands on hips in front of Impress the Moonligh* You missy are playing around too much out there. This is war! What happened to my incredibly driven and competitive Lily who bit her bit to get to the wire first? Just because you’ve reached grade one and are a TTT winner does not mean it’s time to slack off! Stop shining your trophies and start running again. Come on girl, you are the queen of the turf! Start acting like it! Shoo. *Lily flicks tail in Isabelle’s face*
Hmm. Justa Little Cutie. People think you’re cute. *Cutie snuffs* You are, I’m not disputing that. *Cutie shakes head* You got a first and a second last two races. Keep up the elevated racing. Don’t go back to fourths and fifths. Show them you’re more than a pretty face! Look at your breeding girl! Your grandpa was Toldeo Surprise, you know what that means? You’re rare! You’re like one of three in the entire world with his blood! Not to mention your grandma, Aunty Entity, BHOFer whose given us the likes of many, many champions, such as Moondance, Lily’s dam, and Paranormal Hunter. You’re related to a TTT and breeder’s winner! And many others! Get to it girl. *Cutie preens and sticks nose up in the air, trotting off*
*taps foot in front of Tiger Heart* You sir have slipped. Not are slipping, not will, have slipped. Look how well your two year old season went, and now all of a sudden ever since I put a surface surpreme on you and tried to get you into the HOTY races you got all caterwonky on me! Consistency. Repeat with me, consistency, consistency, consistency. That’s your new mantra. Flow off and repeat 75 million times and find your inner chi. *Tiger ambles off, wondering how much 75 million is and thinks 3 would be better,*
*appears in front of Simba* Good boy! You’re such a good boy Simba! *lavishes with carrots and smoochies and pets* *Simba tolerates it, looking at Isabelle like she’s an alien* You’re my best boy, aren’t you sweetiekins, you just keep doing what you’re doing my little devilish angel pie sweetie honey baby bun *kisses and mooches at Simba, who has had enough and backs away . . . rapidly, and takes off*
*Isabelle clears throat and resumes her stoic drill sergeant*
*Final Conquest tries to sneak off* Conrad! *he freezes* Seven second places. You’re the biggest one out there, just shove them out of the way for cripes sake. *Conrad swishes his tail, that being against the rules* Well I didn’t mean literally. *he flicks tail and huffs off*
*stands before Road Hog* You are the newest recruit. We need to work, work, work! Same to you three as well, Liberated Treasure, Stylishly Wild, and Italian Beauty. You may be late into the season, but do your best. I expect good starts from you all starting next season as three year olds, make good use of the rest of this two year old year.
*Crooked Intentions throws a clod of dirt at Isabelle’s butt and quickly turns away, acting innocent* *Isabelle tromps over* I notice you made it to grade three finally in July. Only your second win this year. What have you to say for yourself? *Tia attempts to bite and takes off running* I thought as much.
And so we have you. Nutcracker Suite. I think my dear you have the race thinking backwards. The one who crosses the finish line last is the loser, honey, not the winner. These fifths and sixths need to stop. *Dancer whines* I know, I know, the fields are huge. I try to give you ones that I don’t think will fill but they always do. It’s true your bloodlines aren’t fantastic as some others are, but you’re better bloodlined than ones without any! Your sire was a grade one winner, you’re a far cry from that status now. It’s time to show them you’re tough! *Dancer snorts, and prances* Good, good, go girl! You show ‘em! *Dancer prances off*
AND NOW. *Isabelle turns around, facing nine weanlings* As for you, up and coming troops. You will be the juvenile ranks of NDM next season! I expect-*weanlings run off, scattering like a bomb went off*
*Isabelle stands in the dusty wind, left alone* I think that went well.
We need to work harder than ever, Breeder’s is coming and not ONE of you has shown much promise to run in it. I am very discouraged by this, we are not on the tracks to sleep! We are on the tracks to run! Yes, I admit I preach experience and having fun, but horse poo we need some wins! Too many times I’m hearing his legs go in the way of him, he was distracted, he pranced too much before the race, he startled at the gate. And I use he loosely, you shes are all to blame here as well – Simba you will not call Dyna, she’s busy.
TROOPS! We have September, October, and November left. December first I shall choose if ANY of you have gotten enough going to even think about going to breeders. Do we want breeders? *hears nothing* I SAID DO WE WANT BREEDERS? *hears lots of snorts and neighs* That’s better. *hits self too hard with crop* Ow . . . *horsies laugh* *eyes horsies* AHEM. As I was saying, you have three months to change my mind. That’s about six races for each of you, and seeing how you all do in those six races or so I might not let you race at all in December! What do you think about that??? Huh?? Huh??? HUH?? *horsies quiet* Now do we want to race, or not?
*stands in front of Phoenix Inferno* You, sir, have now had eight races coming in third. You broke your maiden on your first run the first week in January, and ever since have been acting as if you don’t know what first place means. That means being the horse in FRONT at the wire! I’ve put you in G5+ races, open races, G5 races, and most were all with two year olds. What have you to say for yourself? I even gave you a surface supreme. And this gift has gone to your hips instead of your legs, I see. *Phoenix snorts* You are dismissed.
*goes up and down on toes in front of Eternally Smoldering* You are slipping, young man. Right out of the money. You’ve placed fourth your last three races. I had high hopes for you going into breeders, too. *tsk tsk* *Smolder glowers* You can go, mister.
*exhales in front of Sugar Demon* Young lady. *Suda snorts and chews* You did well getting a first last week, ending your dry spell. However you placed third in the last two TSTT legs. You have one more to go in a few weeks, do you plan to improve on your performance? Being grade two I expect more of you. Off with you. *Suda snaps Isabelle’s crop in two and chomps on one end, high tailing it*
*flings half of crop over shoulder and plants hands on hips in front of Impress the Moonligh* You missy are playing around too much out there. This is war! What happened to my incredibly driven and competitive Lily who bit her bit to get to the wire first? Just because you’ve reached grade one and are a TTT winner does not mean it’s time to slack off! Stop shining your trophies and start running again. Come on girl, you are the queen of the turf! Start acting like it! Shoo. *Lily flicks tail in Isabelle’s face*
Hmm. Justa Little Cutie. People think you’re cute. *Cutie snuffs* You are, I’m not disputing that. *Cutie shakes head* You got a first and a second last two races. Keep up the elevated racing. Don’t go back to fourths and fifths. Show them you’re more than a pretty face! Look at your breeding girl! Your grandpa was Toldeo Surprise, you know what that means? You’re rare! You’re like one of three in the entire world with his blood! Not to mention your grandma, Aunty Entity, BHOFer whose given us the likes of many, many champions, such as Moondance, Lily’s dam, and Paranormal Hunter. You’re related to a TTT and breeder’s winner! And many others! Get to it girl. *Cutie preens and sticks nose up in the air, trotting off*
*taps foot in front of Tiger Heart* You sir have slipped. Not are slipping, not will, have slipped. Look how well your two year old season went, and now all of a sudden ever since I put a surface surpreme on you and tried to get you into the HOTY races you got all caterwonky on me! Consistency. Repeat with me, consistency, consistency, consistency. That’s your new mantra. Flow off and repeat 75 million times and find your inner chi. *Tiger ambles off, wondering how much 75 million is and thinks 3 would be better,*
*appears in front of Simba* Good boy! You’re such a good boy Simba! *lavishes with carrots and smoochies and pets* *Simba tolerates it, looking at Isabelle like she’s an alien* You’re my best boy, aren’t you sweetiekins, you just keep doing what you’re doing my little devilish angel pie sweetie honey baby bun *kisses and mooches at Simba, who has had enough and backs away . . . rapidly, and takes off*
*Isabelle clears throat and resumes her stoic drill sergeant*
*Final Conquest tries to sneak off* Conrad! *he freezes* Seven second places. You’re the biggest one out there, just shove them out of the way for cripes sake. *Conrad swishes his tail, that being against the rules* Well I didn’t mean literally. *he flicks tail and huffs off*
*stands before Road Hog* You are the newest recruit. We need to work, work, work! Same to you three as well, Liberated Treasure, Stylishly Wild, and Italian Beauty. You may be late into the season, but do your best. I expect good starts from you all starting next season as three year olds, make good use of the rest of this two year old year.
*Crooked Intentions throws a clod of dirt at Isabelle’s butt and quickly turns away, acting innocent* *Isabelle tromps over* I notice you made it to grade three finally in July. Only your second win this year. What have you to say for yourself? *Tia attempts to bite and takes off running* I thought as much.
And so we have you. Nutcracker Suite. I think my dear you have the race thinking backwards. The one who crosses the finish line last is the loser, honey, not the winner. These fifths and sixths need to stop. *Dancer whines* I know, I know, the fields are huge. I try to give you ones that I don’t think will fill but they always do. It’s true your bloodlines aren’t fantastic as some others are, but you’re better bloodlined than ones without any! Your sire was a grade one winner, you’re a far cry from that status now. It’s time to show them you’re tough! *Dancer snorts, and prances* Good, good, go girl! You show ‘em! *Dancer prances off*
AND NOW. *Isabelle turns around, facing nine weanlings* As for you, up and coming troops. You will be the juvenile ranks of NDM next season! I expect-*weanlings run off, scattering like a bomb went off*
*Isabelle stands in the dusty wind, left alone* I think that went well.
