Black hawk down "Damn, that fence crawler just won't learn", sighed Jennifer.
She was referring to her pony, Pockets; a mischievous white pony with a girth to rival Santa.
She had nothing against him, he was her pet after all, but she never had a smooth relationship with these hooved beasts. When she was little she ran away from home believing the same pony was going to eat her. Since then she has never fitted in her typical stereotype of her country girl kind, the one of the horse mad rider who competed in every show. The last bit was right, she liked to ride, but the rest was out of question.
The last thing she wanted to do today was chase the back end of another critter. She had enough trouble doing that to uphold her family role, being the eldest. Since her father was away on business, she was left in charge. At least her brother, Arjan, was here to help.
He was an active child who could run like the wind, but his mind lacked the speed his body
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