Post by Peter Solomon on Feb 28, 2015 17:39:47 GMT -8
Peter took one last look around the arena, making certain that he had set up everything that he meant to work with the foals through that day. Of course, Tobias was the foal handling instructor, but the academy foals that weren't assigned were still his responsibility. Rather, all of them were, but he trusted Tux to make certain that the foals were prepared to the same standards. And, if any of the students wanted to join him in the covered half arena's workspace, he wasn't going to turn them away.
He walked down the row of stalls that housed all of the foals slowly, picking out the ones that weren't assigned. Finally, he picked up a dull golden-colored halter and entered a stall that housed the black Lippizan cross foal. After pushing away his stallmate, he haltered Thor and clucked to the little colt, leading him out of the stall.
Once they had made their way to the arena, whose covering prevented the ice that sometimes formed in the starting arena, Peter rubbed the foal's neck, "That's a good lad." He gave the foal a moment to adjust to the surroundings, then led him towards the tarp that he had set up. The foal halted in his tracks before he had to step on the silver material, and Peter loosened his grip on the lead rope. As the black colt began lowering his head to examine the tarp, which lay flat, Peter smiled, rubbing his neck encouragingly, "There you are. Take a good look at it."
He walked down the row of stalls that housed all of the foals slowly, picking out the ones that weren't assigned. Finally, he picked up a dull golden-colored halter and entered a stall that housed the black Lippizan cross foal. After pushing away his stallmate, he haltered Thor and clucked to the little colt, leading him out of the stall.
Once they had made their way to the arena, whose covering prevented the ice that sometimes formed in the starting arena, Peter rubbed the foal's neck, "That's a good lad." He gave the foal a moment to adjust to the surroundings, then led him towards the tarp that he had set up. The foal halted in his tracks before he had to step on the silver material, and Peter loosened his grip on the lead rope. As the black colt began lowering his head to examine the tarp, which lay flat, Peter smiled, rubbing his neck encouragingly, "There you are. Take a good look at it."