'Come on Spirit' I say as I kick the sides of his body, galloping through the luscious colourful fields,
'My beautiful horse' I whisper to myself.
As I was about to slow down,
'AHH, HELP!' I yell as Spirit bucks me off, and I fly through the air,
'I forgot he was still a little green', I mutter.
As I carefully get up, I see him galloping off to the distance, his tack falling off. Then he swam through the murky water, over the pipe. But then I see him disappearing in front of my own eyes...
'I guess he really is a true Spirit'....
'My beautiful horse' I whisper to myself.
As I was about to slow down,
'AHH, HELP!' I yell as Spirit bucks me off, and I fly through the air,
'I forgot he was still a little green', I mutter.
As I carefully get up, I see him galloping off to the distance, his tack falling off. Then he swam through the murky water, over the pipe. But then I see him disappearing in front of my own eyes...
'I guess he really is a true Spirit'....