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Date Posted: 17:56:25 05/07/03 Wed
Author: Ama
Subject: Riding Teddy

Ama walked into the arena. She looked over the jumps. Yep, there were a few 3 and 4ft and some small ones too, perfect. She mounted Teddy who with a little squeeze started off. She pulled him down to the walk after letting him run his own pace a lap. After she could tell he was getting tired of this she pulled him into a posting trot. She loved poetry's trot but she seemed more accostomed to Teddy. She let the eager stallion into a canter. She needed to enter him in a race. Ama could feel him tearing on in his regular fast pace. She didnt slow him down. After quite a few laps she walked him around before flying above some smaller jumps. Suddnely he halted, she looked down at him. This was rather wierd for Teddy. Ama restarted the canter and went down to a trot. She let him walk some more before starting a canter again and going over some 3-4ft. Ama dismounted after about 2 hours and set off to the barn. Teddy who seemed content showed no signs of tiredness even though sweat covered his front. He started scratching his head on her back making her laugh. He was the perfect horse for her. She might have to bring poetry to him. They would make a good foal. They seemed to have all the things the other needed. Ama mounted again and trotted up the path.

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