First ImpressionsWow, she thought to herself as the grey mare floated effortlessly across the field towards the gate. Kate was leaning against the black fence staring with blatant longing at the mare in the field. As the young Thoroughbred stood at the gate, she threw her head up and snorted, nostrils flaring and ears pricked expectantly towards the barn where she heard grain rattling in buckets. She definitely knew it was dinner time, that was for sure. The mare elegantly tossed her head and pawed impatiently. From the barn, another young woman appeared and laughed, then called out to Kate, "You can bring her in if you want! She's yours now, anyway!" Kate grinned and made her way over to the gate. The grey mare snorted again, followed by a nicker.
As Kate slipped into the field with a halter, Lizzie nickered again, shoving her head up to Kate and blowing softly into the girl's shirt. Kate gently slid the halter over the mare's ears and clipped the leadrope under her chin. Lizzie tugged a