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"Whos the star, Krazy?" Amys voice rung through the stable yard "Krazy I said...Whos a star? Whos a winner?" grey eyes fixed to the massive brown opals of the equine. He reached out his muzzle to blow softly in her face. "Show some enthusiasm boy! Your the star of coarse!" so you could say she was being childish. But the 17 year old was so proud of her two year old colt, that she simply had to show her love. The bay thoroughbred shifted his hind legs, beautifuly formed face moving to look out the barn door. Amy rolled your eyes "You won my big boy. Do it one more time, and you will be a Grade One." she gave him a comforting pat and moved him forwards towards the excersize pool.

Amy carfuly lead the horse into the pool. He hesitated, looking over his shoulder at the sound of his paddock-mates neigh. Krazy was a bit of a sook, a real scardey cat who hated to be away from his friends. Horsey friends anyway. The colt wasent one to bond greatly with humans, it was a bit of a mystery, just his personality you might say. Amy moved over the platform once she had him in the water. Once on the concrete island in the center of the heated pool, she flipped the 'bridge' over. Krazy was uneasy for a moment and let a shrilled neigh to his mates before Amy could actualy pull him forwards and ask him to do laps. His legs swung out large and he grunted as the platform he stood on lowered to the full depth of the pool. He did things you may call 'water rears' as he lunged out of the water and back in.

"Oh Crooked Fire, what will we do with you?" after swimming several laps, Amy had him tied to the railing on the inside of the pool building, she was scraping him off and his back leg was shaking. He hated being away from the other horses, and was such a big baby, he would tense up and shiver until he had his way and was back with the true equines. Amy gave him a reasuring pat on the neck, hitting him firmly in a friendly way. Yet the bay only shifted his rump around uneasily and pressed himself against the rail, letting a trumpting call for a buddy ring from his mouth. Several calls returned only seconds later, which comforted him slightly. At races Amy would massage natural remedies into his muzzle and around his nose to help calm him while he waited, at times it worked, but fear was what helped him truly win.

Word Count;; 446
446 x 5 = 2230
Paints Gained;; 2230