April Story Contest

My Dream Horse
By: Fidget
Age: 12

The local auction house next door to me had heaps of horses. And I had to muck their stalls out and sometimes groom that day’s horses. By then I had fallen in love with two horses: Wonder and Tribulation. But my parents wouldn’t let me buy one of the horses because they couldn’t afford them. But hello! This is an auction house. You can get lots of cheap and expensive horses.
One day my parents said, “Do you want a horse, Kate?”
“From the auction house?” I asked.
“Any horse you want,” said Dad.
I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep that night.
The next morning me and my parent’s went next door and I showed them Wonder and Tribulation who were already saddled for the day’s auction.
Hallie, the auction owner introduced my parent’s to Wonder and Tribulation.
“Wonder is a Thoroughbred mare and Trib is a Mustang gelding,” Hallie said.
“I think we can knock out the Mustang,” said Dad. “I don’t like them.”

“I really like Wonder, though, Dad,” I said.
Hallie gave me a leg-up onto Wonder’s back.
But as I bought my right leg over, I accidently kicked her in the flank and she bolted.
“Wonder!” I called, falling to the ground in a heap.
In an instant, Hallie caught Wonder and Dad scooped me up.
“I don’t think Wonder is your horse, Kate. Sorry,” Mum said worriedly. “Maybe horses aren’t your thing.”
“No!” I cried.
“Hey,” said Hallie, tying Wonder up. “We got a Welsh pony in the other day. He’s twelve hands high.”
“It is Adrenaline?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Hallie. “He’s saddled up. I’ll go get him.”
“Okay,” said Mum. “But this pony is Kate’s last chance.”
A minute later, Hallie led Adrenaline out.
The chestnut gelding was covered in mud and his winter coat hadn’t shed out properly yet.

I swung easily onto his back.
“Come on Adrenaline,” I said, telling him to walk.
The chestnut pony walked around in a circle before I asked him to trot.
I rose steadily in the saddle then tried a canter.
Suddenly, Adrenaline spooked and galloped toward the jump in the middle of the ring.
I rose in the saddle and leaned forward as the pony leaped and landed perfectly.
I pulled Adrenaline to a walk and walked over to my parent’s and Hallie.

“He’ll do,” Dad said.
“Really?” I asked. “Adrenaline’s mine?”
“Yes,” said Mum. “I was scared you were going to fall off there, but you didn’t.”
“She handled it perfectly,” said Hallie.

A few days later, I was galloping Adrenaline bareback in my paddock. I no longer worked for Hallie, but still visited her.
Riding Adrenaline was the happiest moment of my life and adrenaline pumped through me every time I rode him.
He was my dream horse.