"At last!" said Savannah. She had made it to the stables. She happily walked through them, sniffing all the way. "Smells just like home", she said to herself. She looked at each horse's names, and spoke soothing words. She stopped when she came to a Marwari named Scuttle. He was a beautiful Palomino. She offered her hand out flatly to him, so he could sniff it. When he was accustomed to her scent, he let her rub his smooth nose. A stable hand put a saddle and bridle on him, and let her enter his stall. She hugged him as if they had known each other their whole lives.
'It's just like my home' she thought to herself.'The smell, the horses, the gear, it's great'. She was so glad that the school let the students ride the horses, she had so much experience with them ,she could be a worker herself. She mounted Scuttle and whispered into his ear, "you're going to see a lot of me around here, so you better learn to love me. I already love you." She knew Marwaris weren't bred for speed, but she would do a nice trot. She looked carelessly around the barn, to see who else was there. Then, she mounted him and latched on her helmet. Then she made a silent wish, that there weren't any large rocks on the trail.
'It's just like my home' she thought to herself.'The smell, the horses, the gear, it's great'. She was so glad that the school let the students ride the horses, she had so much experience with them ,she could be a worker herself. She mounted Scuttle and whispered into his ear, "you're going to see a lot of me around here, so you better learn to love me. I already love you." She knew Marwaris weren't bred for speed, but she would do a nice trot. She looked carelessly around the barn, to see who else was there. Then, she mounted him and latched on her helmet. Then she made a silent wish, that there weren't any large rocks on the trail.