Post by Kirsten Jade on Nov 4, 2012 22:32:58 GMT -5
MINI MONSTORM
Chantal LeBlanc urged the little chestnut filly into a canter. The sun was shining high in the sky and Chantal felt great. And her mount felt great beneath her. The little mouse (as everyone calls her) loves being outside and especially loves long trail rides. Fine by Chantal because she could use one today. She had just lost a big race with Mystical Melody at the GHF track this morning and she was disappointed. Melody should not have lost that one, she was in great shape and the competition hadn't been too hard. Sure, Euphoria's Warrior had been a last minute entry but still... He was a grade three 3 year old against a grade one 5 year old veteran. Chantal sighed.
She honestly felt bad about their loss this morning and now felt pressured to do better on their next race. In fact, she would be running tomorrow afternoon in a small race here at The Wire aboard Mouse. She wasn't too confident with their chances. Mouse always put up a good fight when she was racing and usually manages to get in the top three but she has only won one race so far. After a good month off she was well seasoned and ready to go but still... it will be a tough one. They will be up against Dazzling Dame and Seeking Stardom - two very seasoned and upcoming fillies.
Mini Monstorm whinnied loudly at a squirrel that ran across their path and Chantal giggled. She patted the chestnut cutie, "It's just a little squirrel Mouse." The young horse rolled her eyes and slowed to a trot. She shook her mane and lifted her head as though she was looking at the scenery. Chantal giggled. This was the first time Mouse had been down these paths and it was as if she just wanted to take her time and enjoy a relaxing ride. Chantal had no problem with her. Her instructions were to allow Mouse to relax and to not go faster than a canter.
Fair enough.
She swallowed a lump in her throat as she thought about her mother back home. She missed her family in France. If only they could see her now, trying her best to make a name for herself out here. Her father would have been proud. Chantal hoped there was a little tiny window in heaven that he could be looking down at her and wishing her luck. Tears started to form in her eyes and the chestnut juvenile slowed to a walk. Her ears pointed towards Chantal and her head turned slightly to try and look at her rider.
It was as though Mouse was offering an ear for listening. The tear rolled down her cheek as she wrapped her arms around the young filly. Oh what a comfort it always is to take a walk with the Mouse.
