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Subject: Jumping with Full of Spunk

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Alli

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Date Posted: 03:48:40 09/24/02 Tue

Alli vaulted into the mahogany jumping saddle and gathered the reins in her fingers. The cool, crisp day was perfect for riding and Full of Spunk was, well, full of spunk. The little mare pranced in place and snorted eagerly, glancing at the jumping field. Alli squeezed and kept the pony moving energetically forward. The pony had gliding, movement with more bounce in it than many ponies. Alli suppled Spunk up with lots of energetic circles, serpentines, and transitions. The mare was soon lightly on the bit, in a perfect hunter frame, supple, and responsive. Alli rode the mare over to the first jump and took her on a courtesy circle. Spunk was chomping the bit and springing the easy figure. She snorted eagerly and moved lightly towards the first jump. Alli stayed focused ahead and squeezed and lifted out of the saddle, back arched, heels shoved down, hands kneading up the mare�s neck. Spunk jumped with tight knees, lots of scope, hocks in perfect place, not trailing behind. She was a perfect little hunter pony and when she landed she looked neat and collected. She was lightly on the bit as they took the next three fences in perfect form. The pair leapt every obstacle with determination and grace. As they cleared a 2�6� oxer, Alli grinned and sat deep, squeezing lightly. Spunk extended her stride for a triple up ahead. The little mare soared over each fence with room to spare. Alli tugged lightly on the reins and dismounted as Spunk halted. She led the little mare to the barn and untacked her, grinning happily.
THE NEXT MORNING�
Alli walked out to the paddock, carrying Spunk�s bridle. The pony galloped over, mane and tail flying out behind her. Alli grabbed the mare and slipped the bridle onto her, grinning. She stood on the fencepost and slipped onto Spunk�s back. The mare snorted eagerly and leapt out in a bold canter. Alli sat carefully bareback and grinned. She held the reins loosely and let Spunk romp around the paddock. The mare shot off in a gallop and Alli clung to her mane as they raced around. �Good girl!� Alli praised as the mare listened to her signals and slowed down. She rode for about 20 minutes, letting both of them relax. Then she dismounted and slipped the bridle off of Spunk. She patted the mare and gave her a carrot before heading to the barn.

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