The Horse Show
It was still dark when I went in to wake up my daughter, Tiffany. We needed to get to the show grounds early, so that we could feed the horses before the show. My daughter rushed to get dressed. Then she grabbed her show clothes and headed out the door. When we arrived at the show grounds, the horses stuck their heads out over the stall doors. The knickers and whinnies broke the silence of the quiet morning. After every horse was fed, we began the chores of cleaning, watering, and grooming. The barn area became busier as more people were arriving. Tiffany was in Kelly’s stall brushing his hair as he ate. I told her that it was time to finish getting him ready. I walked into the tackroom to get the saddle and bridle. The strong smell of leather filled the air. While I finished getting Kelly ready, Tiffany went to change into her show clothes. When she returned, she got up on him and started riding him around the warm-up arena.
The announcer’s voice came over the loud speaker, “First call, for class 101.” I said to Tiffany, “That’s you!” She rode Kelly towards the show arena. I had butterflies. I was hoping that nothing would go wrong. They had trained very hard for this event. The two of them looked stunning as they entered the arena. Tiffany was in her dark blue pinned striped suit, riding her shiny black stallion. I was comparing them to the other horses and riders that were entering the arena. I thought to myself that there was some tough competition in the class. I watched with excitement as they preformed each of the required gates. All of the riders lined up their horses at the end of the class. As the judge walked down the line of horses, I was unsure of how they did. The judge handed the score card to the announcer. I was holding my breath. “First place goes to number 408,” said the announcer.
I proudly watched as the ring steward presented my daughter with the blue ribbon. I watched in astonishment as the ring steward attached the ribbon to Kelly’s bit. All of a sudden, Kelly started spinning around trying to get away from the fluttering streamers that were attached to him. My heart was beating hard as I watched in horror. My daughter was spinning around in the arena. All I could think about as I ran to the gate was, “Please don’t fall off.” Finally Kelly stopped. My daughter was dismounted, but landed on her feet. I sighed, and then yelled, “Grab the reins,” but it was too late, Kelly took off running. He was frantically trying to get away from the ribbon which was still attached to his bit. At last, the ribbon fell to the ground and my daughter was able to catch her horse. She walked over to the ribbon and picked it up off the ground. Turning towards the gate she proudly walked her stallion out of the arena.