Katrina Jones loved horses, especially Warmbloods and Thoroughbreds. Because of the disease that wiped out all their stock at their old home, she never wanted to get close to another horse again.
The Jones' had moved to new stables called 'Treenson Equestrian Centre'. Mrs. Jones and Mr. Jones will work and live on part of the breeding farm. Mark Jones is more interested in school than he is in horses and he really hates school. Carole Jones is not as interested in horses as Katrina is, but she still loves them.
"Katrina, Carole, Mark, come downstairs Dad and I are ready to go for the tour around T.E.C. now." Mrs. Jones called from the kitchen.
"Coming Mum" shouted Carole and Katrina, racing each-other down the stairs.
"Carole, Katrina don't run. Carole your older you should know better. Mark, hurry up dear. we're waiting."
"Mum I don't wanna go" said Mark in a grumpy voice at the top of the stairs.
"I know you don't, just come on anyway " replied Mrs. Jones.
"You know I don't really like horses they are horrid beasts cause they throw you off" Mark said in a really 'I don't want to' voice.
"Mark, you idiot, a van was reversing!'' Carole said half laughing.
''Well, I still hate horses!'' Mark snapped back, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Come on you lot, he is waiting" Mrs Jones said.
At her first look Katrina thought that the place was not as big as her dad had said it was, but she was far from right, the place was huge. They were shown the stallion section first; there were twelve stallions all in different paddocks.
"Why are they all in different paddocks?''
''Why Miss? If they were all in the same paddock they'd all be fighting! If you put two stallions in the same, field the strongest stallion would kill the other!'' Said the head stable-hand whose name was Charlie. Katrina had her eyes set only on one stallion, a lovely bay whose name was Challenger.
‘I wish I had a horse like that!’ Katrina thought. Next, they were shown the training area.
"This is where the young horses are broken in'' said Charlie. There was one horse in the arena at that moment whose owner was Jake Treen the T.E.C. owner’s son. Jake rode hard, fighting his horse when he should be using his legs, voice, mind and body. Katrina thought that he looked like he could be a really good rider if he put his mind to it. To add to his bad riding he was selfish and rude.
Once they were shown the whole farm and had got back to the house, Carole was immediately in her room taking all her things from the boxes and putting them into drawers. Katrina did not like the idea of unpacking but, in the end, she gave in and decided that this place would be her home for a while yet.
to be continued...
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