Flareing horse

Clop clop clop. I sit there on the old horse Kiddo his old eyes shine like a new polished diamond. It was one of the happiest times of my life. siting there as my grandpa holding the dark green with black stripes all over it the lead rope. like odd color bubble bee. but Classy lady was fallowing us lie a lost puppy wanting to go home. Final classy got on my grandpa last and final nerve.


Grandpa said with conviction "you want to ridden fine"


So with one swoop i was on Classy's back. Fear hit me like lighting hitting metal pole!!! then the bucking began with her nostrils flaring and fire in her eyes as her rear end goes up and down.


My face was all wet from my tears of fear. As i jumped from the back of death. Into my gramma's open arms. With my grandpas face of guilt and sadness.
PS this is a real story....