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Richard wasn’t there to greet the foal, but he didn’t need to be. Melody was returning home, still in slight shock, after winning a little seal bay Hanoverian colt in a sponsored competition to find four lucky foals a new home. The competition was tricky, and Melody’s pants were defrosting after several slip ups in the snow. The point of the competition was to be the first to tie a colored ribbon onto a choice foal. Melody’s ribbon was pink, and her chosen foal was of course a colt. Poor thing.
The competition seemed simple enough, but one key factor made all the difference; the foals were let loose in a pasture littered with trees. There was no wrestling the foal to the ground, and there wasn’t enough time allowed to try to “tame” the foal, as others were out on the same hunt. One had to be sneaky, and quick. Scared foals had a habit of kicking first and asking questions later, but after an hour of a half of chasing, Melody was able to avoid much disaster from the event. In fact, her choice foal was a gentleman the entire time, considering Melody was like a lion on a deer to the poor creature.
She sat in the passenger seat of Shelby’s truck of whence she arrived, looking in the side mirror back at the trailer carrying her precious cargo. She remembered the final, embracing moment of their last meeting before being trailered up. Melody was behind a tree, watching the little colt heaving for air. She was dizzy, trying not to give herself away and breathing slowly though her body craved long deep breaths. After many failed attempts, she got wise and pre-tied her ribbon; all she had to do was pull the ends to tighten it. The tricky part was catching him. The colt knew there were humans after him, and unknowingly he walked towards the tree Melody hid behind, unbeknownst to her presence. With what little strength she had left, she flung herself around the colt’s neck, and grabbed a tuft of his mane. The seal bay tried to rear, but Melody released him quickly. The colt was unharmed, and flew away into the trees with a little pink ribbon knotted into his hairs.
Now she closed her eyes for the long trip home.

A few weeks went by and Melody made it a point every day to do a little work with the colt, or at least visit him to warm him up to people. It didn’t take long for the little Casanova to enjoy people, and his real personality began to shine. He was a trickster, and incredibly nosey. He could pick the car keys out of your back pocket if you weren’t careful. But he truly was a delight to have. Melody had taken a special day to work with him and his grooming manners. The little bay colt took to it easily, and even seemed to enjoy it some. Melody was able to tie little pink bows into the colt’s mane just for the remembrance of competition and let him out to pasture. For awhile, he just followed Melody around, picking at the bottom of her pants as she walked. She turned around and took the colt’s chin into her hands, and planted a little kiss on his nose. He sneezed, and Melody slipped out of the pasture. The colt then thrusted himself into the air and took off in a playful gallop.
Shelby was now keeping Melody company since Richard had been keeping his distance. She was waiting at the fence with two tacked horses, Konijn and Itssofluffy, ready for exercise.
Melody mounted the buckskin Bon Bon mare while Shelby took the chestnut Marwari.
“What have you decided to name him?” Shelby asked as they began heading down a trail.
Melody thought for a moment. “Gentleman’s Bow Tie,” she finally said. “But Ty for short.”
“That’s cute. Pretty much sums up everything about him,” Shelby added.
“Yeah.” Melody’s mind was else where. It was back with the colt. It was back with Richard. Oh how boys could drive a woman crazy.

Comments: I wanted to show this guy coming home. This is sort of a break-picture from references and competition pictures. I wish to do more around the farm things, but my time is consumed with references and such. I am currently working on an art trade as well. So, crazy times. This was also an excuse to practice foals and humans. Two things I need work with.
Time now to do three references with a time frame of three weeks; which I paid points for. How does that seem fair?
Oh well. Rules are rules I suppose.
Enjoy.

CREDITS:

Artwork ©
Horse Design ©

Description
Richard wasn’t there to greet the foal, but he didn’t need to be. Melody was returning home, still in slight shock, after winning a little seal bay Hanoverian colt in a sponsored competition to find four lucky foals a new home. The competition was tricky, and Melody’s pants were defrosting after several slip ups in the snow. The point of the competition was to be the first to tie a colored ribbon onto a choice foal. Melody’s ribbon was pink, and her chosen foal was of course a colt. Poor thing.
The competition seemed simple enough, but one key factor made all the difference; the foals were let loose in a pasture littered with trees. There was no wrestling the foal to the ground, and there wasn’t enough time allowed to try to “tame” the foal, as others were out on the same hunt. One had to be sneaky, and quick. Scared foals had a habit of kicking first and asking questions later, but after an hour of a half of chasing, Melody was able to avoid much disaster from the event. In fact, her choice foal was a gentleman the entire time, considering Melody was like a lion on a deer to the poor creature.
She sat in the passenger seat of Shelby’s truck of whence she arrived, looking in the side mirror back at the trailer carrying her precious cargo. She remembered the final, embracing moment of their last meeting before being trailered up. Melody was behind a tree, watching the little colt heaving for air. She was dizzy, trying not to give herself away and breathing slowly though her body craved long deep breaths. After many failed attempts, she got wise and pre-tied her ribbon; all she had to do was pull the ends to tighten it. The tricky part was catching him. The colt knew there were humans after him, and unknowingly he walked towards the tree Melody hid behind, unbeknownst to her presence. With what little strength she had left, she flung herself around the colt’s neck, and grabbed a tuft of his mane. The seal bay tried to rear, but Melody released him quickly. The colt was unharmed, and flew away into the trees with a little pink ribbon knotted into his hairs.
Now she closed her eyes for the long trip home.

A few weeks went by and Melody made it a point every day to do a little work with the colt, or at least visit him to warm him up to people. It didn’t take long for the little Casanova to enjoy people, and his real personality began to shine. He was a trickster, and incredibly nosey. He could pick the car keys out of your back pocket if you weren’t careful. But he truly was a delight to have. Melody had taken a special day to work with him and his grooming manners. The little bay colt took to it easily, and even seemed to enjoy it some. Melody was able to tie little pink bows into the colt’s mane just for the remembrance of competition and let him out to pasture. For awhile, he just followed Melody around, picking at the bottom of her pants as she walked. She turned around and took the colt’s chin into her hands, and planted a little kiss on his nose. He sneezed, and Melody slipped out of the pasture. The colt then thrusted himself into the air and took off in a playful gallop.
Shelby was now keeping Melody company since Richard had been keeping his distance. She was waiting at the fence with two tacked horses, Konijn and Itssofluffy, ready for exercise.
Melody mounted the buckskin Bon Bon mare while Shelby took the chestnut Marwari.
“What have you decided to name him?” Shelby asked as they began heading down a trail.
Melody thought for a moment. “Gentleman’s Bow Tie,” she finally said. “But Ty for short.”
“That’s cute. Pretty much sums up everything about him,” Shelby added.
“Yeah.” Melody’s mind was else where. It was back with the colt. It was back with Richard. Oh how boys could drive a woman crazy.

Comments: I wanted to show this guy coming home. This is sort of a break-picture from references and competition pictures. I wish to do more around the farm things, but my time is consumed with references and such. I am currently working on an art trade as well. So, crazy times. This was also an excuse to practice foals and humans. Two things I need work with.
Time now to do three references with a time frame of three weeks; which I paid points for. How does that seem fair?
Oh well. Rules are rules I suppose.
Enjoy.

CREDITS:

Artwork ©
Horse Design ©