The mare walked down the stable hall. Her face could hardly been seen. For her face was covered with the deep hood. Her short mane fluttered in the small breeze. Her reins dragged the ground. The light rafeing saddle appered crooked on her sleek black back. The deep blue racing blanket matched her hood.
A large trailer drove up to the farms. It was a large, black trailer, with fancy writing on the side, "Nancy's Show Horses". A woman with a pink cowboy hat jumped out of the drivers side. She stroked her blond hair, and pulled out a rope from her seat. Analeigh whinnied to her from a small window. The women smiled, and knocked on the door, thinking of how much money she wanted for Analeigh.