Unbridled Dreams
“. . .A TIME TO WEEP, ANDA TIME TO LAUGH; A TIME TO MOURN, AND A TIME TO DANCE.Ecclesiastes 3:1,4 NASB Belle was too worried about Diamond slipping and hurting himself to enjoy her debut. By the end of the race she was so covered with the mud flung into the air by Dora’s mount she could hardly tell what color she was wearing. She could taste the arena dirt, and swiping at her face with the sleeve of her mud-caked shirt only made it worse, but as Belle sat astride Diamond and looked up into the s...miling faces of the enthusiastic crowd and listened to the applause, she got goose bumps. “Good boy,” she said to Diamond, and leaned down to pat his mud-caked neck. “Good boy.”
Someone in the front row of the stands held something out as Dora took her victory lap. She accepted it, then trotted her pony to where Belle waited.
“W-wave,” she said, and handed Belle the rose. “You d-did great.”
Belle waved.
“Take a bow,” Dora said.
Standing up in the stirrups, Belle took off her hat and waved it to the crowd.MoreLess
Someone in the front row of the stands held something out as Dora took her victory lap. She accepted it, then trotted her pony to where Belle waited.
“W-wave,” she said, and handed Belle the rose. “You d-did great.”
Belle waved.
“Take a bow,” Dora said.
Standing up in the stirrups, Belle took off her hat and waved it to the crowd.MoreLess
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