won a lot of blue ribbons for that little gal.â John smiled as he headed back to the truck. âYou just be sure you donât wear him out ponying that colt,â he teased, then climbed into the rig and left.
Katie threw a flake of hay into the manger, then went to grab her brush box. She stared in dismay at the horseâs mud-covered, burr-infested coat. âWeâve got our work cut out for us, olâ boy. You just keep munching on that hay, and Iâll have you done in no time.â That was laughable. It would take her several hours to get all of the junk out of his mane and tail. She pulled out the currycomb and rubber curry and went to work.
The tiny metal teeth of the round currycomb bit into the dried mud that clung to the horseâs coat. When the dirt was loosened, she used the rubber curry in a circular motion all over his body. The old horse heaved a sigh and relaxed, cocking one hind foot into a resting position as he enjoyed the royal treatment.
âTheyâve been treating you horribly since you were turned over to the pleasure horse area of the farm,â Katie said. The Appyâs ears flicked back to catch the sound of her voice. âCindy hasnât been doing her job. Iâll have to talk to John about getting you back in the racing barn. Your coat used to be such a beautiful shade of gray. With all of this dirt covering you, you canât even tell youâve got a white blanket with black spots. You look all one color.â
Twenty minutes later, she had worked all the mud clumps out of his coat. He was still covered in a thick layer of brownish dust, and so was she, but at least you could see what color he was meant to be. Now came the hard partâthe burrs. She reached for the mane and tail comb and started to work on the forelock, beginning at the ends of the hair and working upward toward the roots.
âKatie?â
She had been concentrating so hard that she hadnât heard Jan approach. She set down her comb to take a short break.
âBoy, you can really see the change already. Do you need any help? It looks like you still have a long way to go.â
âThanks. Thereâs no way Iâm going to turn down help on this project. This could be an all-day grooming session.â
They set to work, Jan starting on the tail and Katie finishing the forelock and working her way down the mane. When she was finished with that, she reluctantly eyed the burr-infested hair at the back of his fetlocks.
âWhy donât we just cut it off?â Jan said. âWeâve got to trim that hair anyway.â
âGood idea. Iâll go get the clippers. He needs a bridle path cut, and the whiskers on his muzzle have got to be shaved before the show. Might as well get it all done at once. Then weâll just have to touch him up for the show.â
âWhatâs this horseâs real name?â asked Jan. âAll Iâve ever heard him called was Appy.â
Katie shrugged. âThatâs all Iâve ever known him by.â
âBut heâs got to have a name. You donât want to have the ring announcer say, âAnd in first place, itâs Katie Durham riding Appy!â do you?â
Katie snorted. âYeah. Like Iâm really going to be called for a ribbon.â
âWell, you could,â Jan insisted.
âAnd pigs can fly.â Katie laughed again. âThe main thing I have to worry about is getting him through the class without any major blunders, like running over the judge. Iâll call John tonight and see what his registered name is.â She saw the satisfied smirk on Janâs face. âOnly because I need a name for him on the entry form.â
âI think this horse might surprise you,â Jan predicted.
An hour later, when the horse was brushed, clipped, bathed, and drying in the sun, both girls were amazed.
âWow!â Jan stood staring at the transformed animal.
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