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Post by harley on Jul 13, 2009 18:27:06 GMT -5
Ben grabbed the halter lying on the ground, satisfied with the stud's easy-going nature, or he nature he had going at the moment. Maybe just the act of feeding him, giving him more energy would unleash a new side ot him, like he'd seen so many times at the clinic. He may get the stud gelded, if his lines were unknown, stop him fron having an accident baby with a mare next to him in a pipe pen, if there was something the world didn't need right now, it was more horses. Ben walked up to the horse, after the horse meeting him with a fine treat, this time a carrot was drawn from his front pocket, held in his hand infront of the horse while he slowly put the cotton lead over his neck, and quickly placed the halter over his head and fastened the poll strap, ready for any reaction from the stud.
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Post by rain on Jul 13, 2009 21:18:02 GMT -5
More food! The scent of carrot hit him and he immediately threw his face into the hand that offered the treat without hesitation, growing a tad more oblivious to whatever was afoot. He was starting to like this game and just as he did, he felt the lead slip around his neck. Throwing his head upwards in alarm, he quickly realized it was far too late. The rope halter was now snug and tied, apparently this guy had speedy fingers. Slamming to the right, his shoulder collided into the paneling and he immediately scuttled backwards in a sharp panic. His butt rammed into the corner, spooking him into a bounding forward leap, narrowly missing the man at the other end of his rope. He lapped him, tossing his head in aggravation. There wasn't enough room to start running and he was far too weak to try and climb the rungs, which he had done successfully in the past. After the seventh or eighth lap, his breathing labored and he slowed to a stop, head hanging in defeat. There wasn't much else he could do now that his energy was zapped beyond use.
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Post by harley on Jul 13, 2009 23:06:52 GMT -5
Ben stood, awfully dumbstruck at the horse's reaction to a halter being put over his head. He did nothing, no jerk of the lead, no pulling him towards him, no moving besides spinning around with him, the only thing he did was use his voice. Not in a raging voice, but in a calm, almost soothing voice that had worked on the stud before."It's OK bubba, Nothing's gonna hurt ya'. Why don't you calm down?" After the horse stopped, he approached him, another carrot in his hand as a reward."Outta boy! Settle on down, huh?" He didn't open the gate to the pen yet, but instead started to try to get the horse's trust back again.
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