Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 14:01:43 GMT -8
As the remnants of winter gave way to spring, Grace was feeling increasingly restless indoors. She looked out the window at the vibrant blue sky and fluffy white clouds, then back at the five reports she had yet to grade. She sighed and picked one up, but she found herself reading the same sentence three times. Shaking her head, the history teacher gave into her more selfish desires and went to rummage through her wardrobe for something more presentable than pajamas. She had to go check on Taboo anyway.
Dressed in a bright orange shirt and jeans, Grace headed down to the Red Willow Barn. Luckily for her, she didn't meet any horses in the aisle. She slowed as she approached the dapple gray's stall, and exhaled. She stepped up to the open half of the door. "Taboo?" She called softly. Roused from a doze, the gelding's head went up and his ears pricked forward. He stuck his head out gave a friendly nicker. Grace smiled and gently laid a hand on the horse's cheek.
Through her bi-weekly trips down to the barn, Grace had been working to conquer her fear. It wasn't too difficult, really, since her fear didn't stem from anything traumatic. Rather, it was a horse's size and inability to speak English that made her wary. She wasn't feeling confident enough to ride, but she had learned to groom him last week. Grace buckled the halter on and carefully led her horse to the nearest set of cross-ties. She retrieved his set of brushes and mentally walked herself through the process that she had memorized simply from watching Robert doing it so many times.
Dressed in a bright orange shirt and jeans, Grace headed down to the Red Willow Barn. Luckily for her, she didn't meet any horses in the aisle. She slowed as she approached the dapple gray's stall, and exhaled. She stepped up to the open half of the door. "Taboo?" She called softly. Roused from a doze, the gelding's head went up and his ears pricked forward. He stuck his head out gave a friendly nicker. Grace smiled and gently laid a hand on the horse's cheek.
Through her bi-weekly trips down to the barn, Grace had been working to conquer her fear. It wasn't too difficult, really, since her fear didn't stem from anything traumatic. Rather, it was a horse's size and inability to speak English that made her wary. She wasn't feeling confident enough to ride, but she had learned to groom him last week. Grace buckled the halter on and carefully led her horse to the nearest set of cross-ties. She retrieved his set of brushes and mentally walked herself through the process that she had memorized simply from watching Robert doing it so many times.