Lunar had spoilt everything, she thought. Just shown them all up. One was supposed to compete for the sport – "Winning isnt everything", they always said. But to her friend Tashy it jolly wellwas. What was the point entering if you didn't intend to win?
Monkey trotted hapily into the ring and gave a cheerful buck. He was a fourteen-hand bay pony of unknown breeding. Just a pony, Tashy said, when asked. No smart papers or well-known sire. But his bright bay coat shone with good grooming and his glossy black mane and tail were combed out meticulously. All by Tashy, not a groom.
Tashy could be second, with luck, Lauren thought as her friend rode briskly at the first jump. She was a very determined rider.
