I shook the bag of hay cookies. The horse’s heads shot up, ears turned towards me, noses flared, and it started. They raced each other towards me. Their hooves hit the ground with a thunderous roar as they flew over the ground. Clods of dirt flew everywhere. Each horse contended for the lead refusing to surrender.
“What did I do?” I ask myself.
Weather Wiz maneuvered in a way that cut Harley and Sueño off. It was now between Dulce and Wiz as to who would cross through the gate first. Dulce lowered his head and fought on. His nostrils were breathing fire, and that’s when it happened. Wiz turned his head towards Dulce and tried to ravage Dulce! I couldn’t believe what I saw!
“No way!” I yelled.
Dulce did not let it distract him for a second as he dug in. Wiz dug in next to him as they hit the gate at the same time. A dead heat!
They were so proud of themselves trotting around with their necks in a beautiful arch.
If you’re worried about Dulce, there is no need. All Wiz did was slobber all over his neck.
Reenchanted Thoroughbreds 