Quretan's Big Day
or, Winterfest Live 2000
Hi! My name is Quretan! (Pronounce that "Kwair-uh-ton" sort of...are you confused yet? I am too...) I started out life as a North Light Irish Draft with a broken ear! No one wanted me! But then...
Someone did!
Amy got me fixed up one day and then she worked on painting me. She had a lot of fun painting me...I even have dapples! Wow! And now...here I am, Quretan, a Russian Don stallion!
One day I overheard that we were going to a horse show. More than 100 of us! I thought to myself, "Amy must be crazy! But maybe she knows what she's doing!" One of the hardened show veterans explained that Amy doesn't get to show much, but when she does she takes anything she thought had a chance.
And my wasn't I surprised when she took me!
There's the entire show string at Winterfest Live. Can you find me? I'm hiding between Caillot...she's a Minuet Resin...and Sun King, a North Light who was fixed up like me.
Me and the other horses did a lot of waiting. Most of the performance classes were first so we were BORED! Then Amy suddenly decided to attempt showing performance. We were all in a tizzy! She borrowed tack from a friend (hey, thanks a million Heather!) and...
We watched as Ultimate Jinx went into the ring in a fancy Indian costume that hardly fit him. But he looked neat anyway and he got fourth in the historic costume class! We all cheered for him! Then Amy looked the rest of us over and picked up Caillot...and then, me! What? I was going to show? Me? The new kid on the block?
In a whirlwind, I was tacked up and hurriedly thrown into the ring for the dressage class. Dressage? What? I'm just training level! I can't compete with those fancy horses! I stood there, petrified but trying to be calm, as the judge stared at me. Amy and the others watched hopefully. And then...and then...when I could hardly bear the tension...
The judge plopped a blue ribbon in front of me! And a pink card. What's that card for? NAN? You mean...me...I'm NAN qualified? Amy picked me up and stared at me in disbelief. I stared right back at her with the same expression. Then she snatched up the ribbon and card and rushed me off for my next class...
I was in the hunter class. I didn't place. But that was okay, I was still thinking of the other class anyway.
Next was the trail class, where both Caillot and myself were entered. I watched Caillot trotted over ground poles.
My set-up was different. The judge thinks I was a bad horse. That's most certainly not true! Who can blame me if Brenda can't hang on at a gallop? And that dog didn't make it much better. I didn't place either, and I think it's because I was accused of being bad. But I wasn't, honestly!
Next we were in the english pleasure class. Amazing! I got third! It was wonderful! Not a NAN card for me, but it was better than nothing at all!
Then we switched gears. The tack was removed. It was time for the halter classes! I was reserve in my other breeds division and then NANed in the custom workmanship division!
Three NAN cards! All from my first show? The rest of the show string stared at me in awe. Most of them hadn't even gotten close to seeing what a NAN card looked like. The great showhorse Louis XIV lifted a hoof in the air and arched his neck to me in respect. Even Vicomte de Bragelonne snorted congratulations to me. I was accepted! I was part of the real show string now!
We were boxed up hurriedly, but I never let my brown eyes stray from the ribbons. And now I know that I, too, am a part of the Show String! I've made it!
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