The Olympic star
Chapter Twelve Restarting
Eight months later, she was heavily in foal, and grazing in her old paddock with her old friends and her old master.
One snowy day when they were cooped up inside, Reece was taking her out for her daily walks to stop her leg from becoming stiff, when she slipped on the ice. She immediately panicked and tried to get up. She struggled, and struggled but could not heave herself up. Reece set off home, where they then called the vet. Although they managed to get her up the vet said the foal may be bruised but that there was nothing he could do about that.
That night she went into a false labor. Although it was false Master kept a close eye on her. A week later she delivered a premature, stillborn filly. She mourned over her lost foal, but thought it was best as now, with her leg and all she wouldn’t have to eat as much, as she was now only feeding one.
One year later…
“Mummy, mummy watch me go!!” Neighed the little speckled filly galloping around the paddock. “Careful darling you’re going very fast.” Pennidrop said to her foal. Just then Master appeared at the gate, leading Tonto back into the paddock. The filly skidded to a halt, earth flying everywhere leaving big skid marks and mud from her fetlocks to her hocks. Master unclipped Tonto’s lead, and stood with his hand on his hips. He strode over to Pennidrop and put his arms around her neck. “She’s very much like you old girl.” He whispered. “What do you say, do you think she’ll be a jumper?” She bobbed her black spotted head and nuzzled him for a carrot. She looked down at the scar on her leg. Five years ago she had been at the Olympics with Mark, broke her leg and was sent down to her old home to be put to stud. Now her foals were working hard at getting to the Olympics. She had had her turn to shine, now she was nine and she was retiring and producing foals who would outshine everyone in the arena. She munched her carrot contentedly then dozed off under the shade of sycamore tree that stood tall and proud in the paddock, in which she was born.
The End…
This is the last chapter of my novel.
Eight months later, she was heavily in foal, and grazing in her old paddock with her old friends and her old master.
One snowy day when they were cooped up inside, Reece was taking her out for her daily walks to stop her leg from becoming stiff, when she slipped on the ice. She immediately panicked and tried to get up. She struggled, and struggled but could not heave herself up. Reece set off home, where they then called the vet. Although they managed to get her up the vet said the foal may be bruised but that there was nothing he could do about that.
That night she went into a false labor. Although it was false Master kept a close eye on her. A week later she delivered a premature, stillborn filly. She mourned over her lost foal, but thought it was best as now, with her leg and all she wouldn’t have to eat as much, as she was now only feeding one.
One year later…
“Mummy, mummy watch me go!!” Neighed the little speckled filly galloping around the paddock. “Careful darling you’re going very fast.” Pennidrop said to her foal. Just then Master appeared at the gate, leading Tonto back into the paddock. The filly skidded to a halt, earth flying everywhere leaving big skid marks and mud from her fetlocks to her hocks. Master unclipped Tonto’s lead, and stood with his hand on his hips. He strode over to Pennidrop and put his arms around her neck. “She’s very much like you old girl.” He whispered. “What do you say, do you think she’ll be a jumper?” She bobbed her black spotted head and nuzzled him for a carrot. She looked down at the scar on her leg. Five years ago she had been at the Olympics with Mark, broke her leg and was sent down to her old home to be put to stud. Now her foals were working hard at getting to the Olympics. She had had her turn to shine, now she was nine and she was retiring and producing foals who would outshine everyone in the arena. She munched her carrot contentedly then dozed off under the shade of sycamore tree that stood tall and proud in the paddock, in which she was born.
The End…
This is the last chapter of my novel.