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Show: 2016 WBS All Breed Halter and Liberty Show
Horses Show Name: ERS Illoria's Puppet, Mercutio
Class Entering: Anglo Arabian Halter
Arrival Images: Show Arrival
Horses Experience: N/A
Advertisement: N/A
Prizes Donated: Headshots for Grand Champion through 3rd place

MANDATORY TRAINING:
1. Groundwork
2. Lunging - YOU ARE HERE
3. Accepting a saddle/rider - Mercutio tack and lunge [Equivance]
4. First ride
5. Final: Discipline training

Story:
Mercutio's nostrils flared, filled by the scent of the sea. Somewhere in the distance a horse whinnied for his attention, receiving only a brief flick of the ear.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Eva spoke. Her hand came to rest on the stallion’s neck. “Look you fill now, you’ll need to be focused soon.”
The woman let the lead line out. Mercutio took no time in exploring. His hooves sunk into the squishy sand, coming free with soft sucking sounds the closer he got to the water. Heart pounding, he stopped at the edge of the water. This was not like the lake at home. Lowering his head, he lapped at the water. What was this? Salt? He lapped at it again, snorting and stamping a hoof down. The stallion eased forward a few more steps, prancing in place when the sea sucked the sand out from under his hooves.
Before he could go any farther, though, an announcer called their number and Eva pulled him away. The sea would have to wait until later. It was show time.

Word Count: 177

Reference: Everyday Stock - Lunging Indoors

Description
How do you background? ;-;

Show: 2016 WBS All Breed Halter and Liberty Show
Horses Show Name: ERS Illoria's Puppet, Mercutio
Class Entering: Anglo Arabian Halter
Arrival Images: Show Arrival
Horses Experience: N/A
Advertisement: N/A
Prizes Donated: Headshots for Grand Champion through 3rd place

MANDATORY TRAINING:
1. Groundwork
2. Lunging - YOU ARE HERE
3. Accepting a saddle/rider - Mercutio tack and lunge [Equivance]
4. First ride
5. Final: Discipline training

Story:
Mercutio's nostrils flared, filled by the scent of the sea. Somewhere in the distance a horse whinnied for his attention, receiving only a brief flick of the ear.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Eva spoke. Her hand came to rest on the stallion’s neck. “Look you fill now, you’ll need to be focused soon.”
The woman let the lead line out. Mercutio took no time in exploring. His hooves sunk into the squishy sand, coming free with soft sucking sounds the closer he got to the water. Heart pounding, he stopped at the edge of the water. This was not like the lake at home. Lowering his head, he lapped at the water. What was this? Salt? He lapped at it again, snorting and stamping a hoof down. The stallion eased forward a few more steps, prancing in place when the sea sucked the sand out from under his hooves.
Before he could go any farther, though, an announcer called their number and Eva pulled him away. The sea would have to wait until later. It was show time.

Word Count: 177

Reference: Everyday Stock - Lunging Indoors