The horse backed up 2 me and glared at me in the eyes. I saw it lift it's other back hoof, the one that i wasnt cleaning, and it stepped right on my big toe! man, it killed! Of course, the councilers personally selected the horses for each person. my counciler hated me, so that would explain the evil horse. Of course, when i told my horse-crazy cousin, she said, "Morgan, y did u hurt the poor horsey? It's ur fault the baby pony trodded on ur shoe. it probably didnt even hurt, u just hate horses!" I hate that cousin, because everything i do around her is either unnoticed or bad.
i didn't get to ride the horses yesterday, but my cousin tackled me a lot, my arm felt like it was going to fall off because all my cousins were on top of me (4 no good reason, too) while we were watch Lord of the Rings (Return of the King), and I almost fell asleep on my turkey at the table. Oh I also watched the Boscov's Thanksgiving Day Parade on 6 ABC