My heart was racing with me as I was signaled by my rider to run as fast as my long legs would carry me and my rider. I love my rider. So gentle but firm. The perfect sort of rider for my young but not yet tired spirit.
What is that? A strange sort of noise coming from behind me. My eyes, in which you could see the whites, were rolling and my hooves seemed to be dancing frantically. My rump lifted. I couldn’t belive myself as I ran away from the noise. For the first time, I had bucked my rider off!