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Ella had been around horses before she could even walk. Her mother used to take her down to the stables when she was young and honestly she loved every minute of it. As Ella grew older she began to get more experience with the horses. She would show every weekend and would always been down at the stables all day everyday. A few years later Ella decided to start her own team of elite show jumpers. Most of them were very successful and once they were retired they would be turned out in the field to live there days out and if they were healthy enough they were put into foal. Ella then decide she wanted to take her skills further and applied for they yearly brumby round up which took place every year in February. So as they date neared of the muster Ella made the long trip to were the brumbies would be held for a couple of days. Ella was excited and also nervous as this was her first time doing something like this but everyone had faith in her and knew she could do it. The day of the round up Ella was leaning on the fence as she watched the first group of brumbies being brought in. As they ran into the pens, she studied each of them but didnt find anything that caught her eye so she decided to wait and to see what the other horses were like. Group after group the brumbies were brought in but still none that Ella wanted until the last group of brumbies were brought in. Ella climbed upon the fence and got a better look. She eyed up what seemed to be a bay stallion with 2 back stockings and a blaze. The stud seemed to be confused but there was just something about him that made Ella pick him. "I'll take him" Ella called as she pointed to the stud, two guys nodded and moved him away from the herd and into a separate pen. Ella went back and scanned the herd again, this time spotting a dark brown mare with what seemed to be light highlights on her body and a big star on her forehead "I'll also take that mare to" she said. Ella watched as the mare was moved into the pen next to the stud she had chosen. She jumped off of the fence and walked towards the pen, she sighed this was just the beginning. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
