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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

The New Boots

So….. it was Sunday, the day of the Combined Training competition at Blade’s Hill, time to pop on the new travelwear prior to setting off in Horatio, our van. We were quite excited about this brand-new gear, as most of Clyde’s stuff comes from eBay and has vital parts missing or is a dubious colour with a strange smell, so while he was being booted-up in his stable I thought he deserved an audience for his departure: “Wait, wait!” I implored passersby, “Come and see this! Clyde’ll be out in a moment and he’s got his new travel boots on!” A polite crowd gathered while Pony-girl panted and puffed invisibly behind the stable gate.
We waited. Time passed. “Is he coming out soon?” I called, anxious that the audience was becoming restive.
“Yes – I hope he can – “ came the mysterious reply.
Bang! The stable door flew open with a crash and out tripped Clyde, his face dour and resigned, four burgundy travel-trotters clipped around his cobby legs, impelling him forward in a peculiar, high-stepping gait as he progressed down the yard. Each front leg would rise up in the normal fashion, attempt to flex at the knee, be hampered by a solid wodge of burgundy boot, then slap with a crash to the floor while propelling along the rear feet in a series of mechanical, jerky piaffes, exactly like a clockwork horse from one of those cheap tin-toy stocking –filler sites. Far from the ripple of awe and envy I had expected, people were holding each other up, clutching each other with mirth and howling with silent laughter as he passed.

Still, so long as he never tries to move they look very professional and they certainly have speeded up departure times and eased the troubled path of a pony-mum, which has been littered so far not with glory but a succession of dung-stained bandages. And so, to the Show!

Were we to win more points to bump us up the league, or would Lucinda Trophy-Tophat scoop the lot? Would the fabled invitation to the Awards Ceremony ever appear? Would Clyde even make it down the ramp in his bulbous new legwear?

To be continued….

2 Comments:

  • At 10:57 AM, Heather said…

    Very stylish! At least he wears them. I've given up trying to put them on Prize because she'll reach down and tear them off with her teeth before she tries to move.

     
  • At 10:58 AM, Heather said…

    Very stylish! At least he wears them. I've given up trying to put them on Prize because she'll reach down and tear them off with her teeth before she tries to move.

     

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