The Way the Cookie Crumbles

[Kate Perselie]

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I walked into the barn for the first time in what seemed like forever. In reality it had only been a week, but when it came to horses even a couple of days felt like weeks. I was looking forward to riding my horse, Abbott. He was a Thoroughbred and loved to run along the left side, trying to pass the horses in front of him. I wanted him to improve before show season so he wouldn't be racing around the ring at top speed during the middle of a flat course.
My small heeled Ariat boots clicked on the freshly swept ground. Even though I had been at Canterwood Crest for almost a year I was still getting used to how insanely clean everything was. The floors of the barn never had a single piece of straw lying out and the horses were groomed daily by the grooms. It was weird because I preferred to groom my own horse than having others do it for me. I didn't like being the spoiled girl who wanted everyone to wait on her.
I brought Abbott out of his stall and into the grooming stall. I went into the tack room, grabbed my things, and walked back out, setting my saddle on the saddle rack and the bridle on the hook. There wasn't anyone in the barn yet. Then again, it was 9 in the morning. I preferred to ride when I was alone. Mr. Conner started working at 8, which was perfect because none of the students were allowed to ride alone. I took out my hard brush and flicked off the few bits of dirt that were on Abbott. He was shining already, so I didn't see the need to groom him more than a few quick flicks of the hard brush. I picked out his hooves, making sure that all the dirt was out.
“What a good boy!” I said, petting his brown nose.
Abbott nuzzled me, spreading some drool on my team jacket.
“Hey there!” I said, smiling and rubbing his nose.
Abbott looked at me guiltily.
I heard someone walking into the grooming stalls quickly.
“Another early rider?” They asked.
“Yeah.” I said with a small laugh, turning around to see who it was.

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