Grace's story

Hi. My name is Grace I love horses. Recently I did a horse show called the Winter Woollies at Rough Island at the equestrian park. We were allowed to ride outside the usual boundaries and we had to walk, trot and do a little cantering.

At school we wrote stories from an animal’s point of view. My story is written from a pony’s point of view.

I’m being taken out of the horse float. I see other horses and ponies. After I get all dressed up I get taken out into the ring. JUMPS.

I start crab stepping, crab stepping. “Come on, boy.” I hear the soothing voice of Grace. I start cantering over to the first jump.

My feet leave the ground, skim the jump that’s painted in freaky colours, and stumble. I see Grace fly over my head. I stand, paralysed to the ground. I hear sobs. Oh no. I feel guilty.

On hops Grace again. I don’t buck. I think canter only.

Yay! First place.

By Grace