"Okay, claustrophobic mare. Ready for a workout?" Cyril entered Dakota's stall, haltered her and led her out. He tied the mare and went about tacking her. Dakota grew evermore excited as Cyril led her outside then mounted-up. "Let's see if an evening run will help calm her. I don't know what's gotten into her."
"Alright" Alice said and set off
"Come on, Galloper. Go right" John said softly, slowly moving the rag closer
Cyril bumped Dakota's sides gently, sending the mare into a brisk trot. "Depending on her mood, I'll put her back in her regular stall or in the lock-up stall."
Alice grinned "She was practically begging me to let her out, earlier"
"I imagine she pulled that I-have-big-googly-eyes let me out trick on you?" Cyril chuckled, giving Dakota's neck a firm stroke.
"Yes" Alice said laughing gently
"Maybe I can tire her out and let her sleep in her own stall," Cyril said; he nodded at a distant dead tree. "Race to the tree?" Without waiting for an answer, he nudged Dakota into a full-gallop, hollering, "Yee-haw!"
Alice grinned and kicked West into a full gallop, chasing Cyril and Dakota
"I am a racer!" Dakota whinnied, imagining she was running down one of the wild mustangs.
