"Ow," Lucy hissed as she took the saddle off of Splash the following afternoon.
The sprightly little pony had made her work hard—and it had done quite a number on her already sore back. The best of it was when Splash had decided to start dancing in front of the tiniest little crossrail imaginable, and right when Lucy had figured it would be best to turn the pony around and try again, Splash launched herself over the jump from her near-stand-still prancing, throwing Lucy forward so that she had to scramble to regain her position by the time the pony cantered off upon landing.
Just breathe. Relax. It's Friday. Tomorrow you can sleep until the afternoon. Or better yet, go see a chiropractor...
Lucy, despite the unpleasant feeling of complaint from her back, brought everything upstairs with
