AdorableAlice
Well-Known Member
My Dearest Alice,
I have nurtured you for five years, you have had precise instructions for your career of lightweight show cob. I have not overfed you, indeed I have not fed you at all. You have lived out so no mod cons or comforts. I left you late to break to avoid any sudden spurts of growth, indeed your growth rate has been at snails pace.
You have been an accident prone baby and troubled my bank account on three occasions, the vets have you on speed dial. Your farrier has tended your feet with care to ensure your limbs are in perfect order for you to be a show cob.
You are smart in both body and mind, you move beautifully with elevation and purpose, your shoulder is superb and your cannon bones short. Indeed you are darn near perfect and 2016 was looking promising. We have discussed the no hair business, it is doable, after all Mummy had no hair for 12 months and look at me now, all grown back. Yours would have grown back too.
Dearest Alice you are over height and Mummy is extremely displeased with you. All pocket money is stopped and you can put yourself up free to a bad home.