Post by Jazzi on Dec 5, 2006 15:12:13 GMT -5
Gigi entered the open room, smiling as her gaze swept the tack that hung on the walls, on the floor, and all about the place in an unorganized manner.
Brushing Snicker's bridle lightly, almost tenderly, with her hand, she picked it up and slung it about her shoulder, picking the burgundy brush box of the pony's supplies. Then, she set off back toward the Snicker[/b-pony, who was waiting in the cross-ties.
Brushing Snicker's bridle lightly, almost tenderly, with her hand, she picked it up and slung it about her shoulder, picking the burgundy brush box of the pony's supplies. Then, she set off back toward the Snicker[/b-pony, who was waiting in the cross-ties.
