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Post by Millie Daveys on Apr 22, 2008 11:44:02 GMT -5
Millie walked down the isle, a row of stalls at either side of her. She was carrying a red grooming kit and box in her hand. She stopped outside a stable. She looked at the new golden name plate on the stall door, in black it read Fiesto Manifesto. A bay head popped up over the door. Millie stroked the colt's nose and unbolted the door. She pushed the young colt in as she walked in.
Millie hung the grooming box over the stall door. She picked up the dandy brush and plastic curry comb. She stroked down Fiesta's withers, and then began to thoroughly groom him. She rubbed all of the mud and stains out of his coat, then she began working down his delicate legs with the dandy brush.
Millie put the two brushes back and picked out a body brush and metal curry comb. Again she went over the arabians coat, until it shone. Every few strokes cleaning the brush on the curry comb. She then took the face brush and began grooming his face.
Then when his body and legs were sparkling clean Millie picked out the comb and began on Fiesta's main, and then worked her way around to his long black tail. When there was no longer any knots and tangles Millie picked up the hoof pick.
Millie flipped the hoof pick up and lifted up Fiesta's front leg. She picked out all of the mud carefully, and then did the same with the other 3.
Millie patted Fiesta's neck and then collected her grooming kit together. She unbolted the door, walked out and then bolted the door shut again. Millie walked down the isle and out of the stables. |
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