The black shadow moves. Nervous twitches rack her body as she waits. Patiently, the trainer-Deb-unfolds her hand revealing a mint. The soft mouth tickles her palm as the horse snatches the treat. Slowly, Deb slips the halter around the horses head. With a snort and a shake of her head the horse rears onto her hind legs. Deb allows some of the rope to slip through her fingers giving the horse room to run. Circling Deb, the horse runs off her anxiety. Then she stops and slowly walks to Deb displaying her trust in the trainer.
"What a good girl," Deb whispers as she hands another treat to the horse.
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