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Post by mystic on Aug 27, 2008 17:23:04 GMT -5
The mare stood quietly and calm, as she always did. As soon as the Bell rang, she took off out the gate. Legs flying beneath her, wind blwing her mane. She wasn't giving it her all, not yet anyways. She foamed at the mouth slightly, from the bit. She waited for the cue to go.
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Post by Tiffany Mendoza on Aug 27, 2008 17:27:18 GMT -5
Tiffany kept her going at a nice rhythm, a length infront of a trial horse. As they swung past the three pole, Tiffany kept her going, as the three trial horses were far back, and tired.
Tiffany looked back, seeing them about two lengths off the pace. This was the cue to go. She tapped her down the shoulder three times, and began to urge her on.
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Post by mystic on Aug 27, 2008 17:51:55 GMT -5
Feeling her cue, Cocoa began to pick up her stride. She stretched out her long neck and her paces got shorter. Her speed quickened. She grabbed onto the bit hard and began going faster than she had before. Dust was flying up around her hawks.
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Post by Tiffany Mendoza on Aug 27, 2008 18:03:04 GMT -5
Tiffany kept tapping her with the whip, and urging her closer to the line. A furlong left to go, and Cocoa was about to set another record! Tiffany stopped tapping Cocoa, and urged her over the line. Tiffany tried to pull her to a halt and looked to see her time. 39.54. Yes! Tiffany patted the filly.
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