The tunnel was so dark, so
soundless and serene. Breathing hard, no not me, but him-Cobolt,
he walked tword the light where the audience cheered. We knew now
was the time hose and rider became as one with eachother. It
was't time for me, or for Cobolt, but time for us. We knew now we
had to be one.
My hands pulled back on his
reins so gently, it was like a butterfly lightning on his nose.
His big white head nodded as his black got into stance. One more
deep breathe from me then my head turned tword the lightas he
walked torwed it. My black boots pushed into his sides as he
I was nervous. He was nervous,
but we were calm. We hit the light and sudenly, so sudenly, a
burst of sund hit our ears. We knew we would have to do our best.
The dirt picked up as his hooves pushed from one spot to another
while walking. Cobolt bowed his mighty white head, and that was
my signal to push my head twords my chest while we were judged on
presentation. The judges picked their clipboards up and intently
made marks. My red and black suit was in perfect alignment. My
helmat was tight, but not to tight. My gloves, his reins, and
lastly my boots sat still saluting America in the moment of
."You may begin, Miss
Miracel," said one of the judges. We leaned our heads forward as
Cobolt began to gallop magestically. As he jumped the first bar,
I held my breath until he landed lightly on the other side.
Majestically, he galloped and landed perfectly each time. We
began picking up speed as the sun warmed our bodys and our
exitement. grew. We continued the galloping and jumping,
galloping and jumping as the cheers of the crowed grew louder. I
could hear Cobolts heavy breathing and the smell of swear coming
off of his body.
My eyes stayed on the clock to
make sure my time did't run out. Twenty seconds left with one
jumo to go, "The Mountin Jump." For half a second he froze, but I
dug my boots in tighter and persuaded him to go.He galloped tword
the jump and heaved himself into the air with all his might. My
eyes closed. I could't watch. I waited to feel the hard earth
beneath us. I forced my eyes open as we landed in a perfect
stance. Now was the time for judging. They gave us the gold
medal. Our dreams had come true!
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