“Attention. Attention. All contestants’ ponies must be registered within the next ten minutes. Last call. Ten minutes.”
“I told you we should’ve left earlier,” Tamera said.
“We got here in time,” Daphne calmly replied. “Go ahead and trot Spirit over there. I’ll take care of Thunder.”
Still muttering to herself, Tamera led a visibly nervous Abigail away to a gathering of doms and their ponies at the bleachers. Charles couldn’t help but feel relieved, yet also disappointed he wasn’t going to participate in the show. He frowned. So, what was he doing here?
As if in answer Daphne walked the cart out from the trailer, then gently backed Charles up to it. After some fussing and tightening of straps, he was hooked into it.
“Nice and easy to start, Thunder. Let’s go.” Daphne shook the reins a
