I trot on the gravel road a mile up I meet somone riding there own horse in the road.

She pulled a rope over my neck and calmed me when I worried.

She led me back to her place and let e run in. Huge pasture.

Our first ride she rode me in no whios and no spurs and she rode me in a bit called french link snaffle.

She is amazing.

My mother has found the one.

And...

I think....

I.....

Have....

Found....

The......

One and Only.

Im shocked.

The stalls are big and the pastures are miles long.

I can even spy my mother down below since a part if the pasture was on a hill.

She looked haooy being ridden and also having big pastures as well.

You would think that this is where the endless story would end, but  it is infact Just beginning.

Twist! Winderful right?