The Saddle Club Gazette

September 2015
volume 9
The Saddle Club
Gazette
The Letter From the Editor
Rebel: The Story of a True Heart
By Lyla Andrick
By Zeus (Lyla)
Hi, Zeus is in the barn again! Schooling has started up
again…for both the saddle club and the humans! I can’t wait for
the upcoming saddle club adventures! This month’s competition
is to make the ultimate horse treat recipe! It must be both
original, and edible! The only catch is…you MUST use apples!
Send me you’re apple deserts, I’ll taste test and put the winning
recipe in the November issue. Make some extras for our fuzzy
four-legged friends too! Hope you all enjoy the September issue of
the Saddle Club Gazette!
Toot-a-loo! ~Zeus
Upcoming Events
Zeus
October is coming around the corner fast! The first
Saddle Club is on October 3rd! Hurry and sign up! On October 4th,
The Saddle Club will go volunteer at the Kent Equestrian Trials!
Then, Saturday 10th-Sunday 11th Shelly Francis will be giving a
clinic at Cricket Hill! Saturday 10th there will be no Saddle Club
because of the clinic. Saddle club will commence the following
Saturday 17th, post Saddle Club, there will be a Horsemanship
demonstration. Please claim your horse or pony for the upcoming
Halloween Parade! There are sign up sheets in the office. The
costume parade is free, so dress your horse up, and dress yourself
up too! I can’t wait to see what you’ve come up with! BOO!
The Story of a Legend
By Erin Feiner
It started out as a nice windy day for Legacy, as the beautiful black
Morgan filly was prancing around the field. Five colts came up to
her running widely. They all stopped at once, smirking at Legacy,
"Hey" the dark bay one said, " I'm Dark Sunshine"
"I'm Mustang Moon,” the black one said.
"I'm Desert Dancer,” the chestnut one said.
"I'm Free Again,” the paint one said.
"And I'm Renegade,” the white one said.
“I'm Legacy,” Legacy said to them
“It feels good to know who my future track friend will be,”
Desert Dancer said.
Continued on page two
“Uh, yeah, definitely, I love jumping, um-what about
you? Do you have any certain discipline you like?” Rebel
said.
“Yeah, I like jumping too, I want to do steeple chase,”
Phoenix said.
“Neat-o so, um…you like steeple chase,” Rebel repeated.
“Yeah…that’s what I just said,” Phoenix said.
“Cool, uh…” For a minute Rebel said nothing, only
staring at the pretty filly.
“You don’t know how to flirt do you?” Phoenix said.
“Um, I guess not,” Rebel said. Rats, she found me
out. Rebel thought.
“Well, whacha gonna do about it?”
Rebel was dumbstruck.
“Hey you, get away from my sister!” bellowed a loud
voice.
There, standing behind Rebel was a big black horse. It
was Lexington.
“Go figure. Just my luck,” Rebel hissed.
“Oh Lex, I can hang out with whoever I want to,”
Phoenix said, glaring at her brother.
“Any one but this rotten crossbreed!” Lexington
said. “You were bred for speed and stamina, not to hang out
with a pleasure pony!”
“Excuse me, I am not a pleasure pony, and I am not a
rotten crossbreed. My sire and dam have won many awards
with Tom and his wife,” Rebel said.
“Whatever, but if I ever see you with my sister, your
going to have hoof prints on your bottom!” Lexington herded
Phoenix away from Rebel.
“That was so rude. I can’t stand Lexington,” Blue said as
Rebel and he walked back to their hang out. Their hang out
was a little hill not far away from the place that Rebel had
first jumped.
“I don’t care what he says, I like Phoenix and no body’s
gonna tell me she can’t be my friend. Lexington is just going
to have to suck it up,” Rebel said.
“Yeah, I guess. Aphrodite was talking up a storm with
me, I actually prefer her from farther away…when I can’t
hear her speaking,” Blue said.
Rebel coughed. “Yeah, fillies are so weird."
“I’ll never understand them,” Blue sighed. Suddenly, the
two colts flicked their fuzzy ears towards the
racetrack. They had the best view from upon the hill.
“And they’re off!” Rebel said to Blue.
To Be Continued!
STAFF Layout: Lyla Andrick. Reporters: Lyla Andrick, Erin
Feiner, Lulu Levy, Paris Levy Lula Langdon
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Misty
Bonjour! I’m Misty. There have been some changes
around here. Normally, Zeus writes this column, but
at Imagination Equitation Publishing Co, we decided
that I will take over, besides Zeus writes everything,
it’s time a new imaginary mare steps up!
You know what I hate? Stupid stallions. I was
sitting at the Haystack in Manehattan once, enjoying
my apple juice and the complementary hay when all of
a sudden, this random stallion come up to me with
these ridiculous pick-up lines.
Here are some
examples of my not-so favorites:
1 – Sooo…have we met before, I think I remember you
passing by while I was in the winner’s circle!
2 – I LOVE your mane! Do you use Mane and Tail
shampoo too? I use it, it really make my tail shine!
3 – I’ve had that sparking apple cider here before, it
really has some buck in it!
4 – Have you heard about the rising prices of carrots
lately?
5 – Hey, I know you; I saw your tail sticking out of your
trailer!
6 – You got something on your muzzle, here let me
help.
7 - Oh, is that the old iHoof 5? You should really
consider updating to the iHoof 6, its waaay better.
8 – I was watching HayNetFlix, did you know that they
took Willy the Wild Wonder Colt off HayNetFlix?
9 – That desert looks delish! What is it?
10 – MY eyes sparkle like the moonlight, OOPS! I
meant YOUR eyes sparkle like the moonlight!
Paris and Kimber
My advice to you is to tell those stallions to pick up
something other than mares, maybe like their own
poop, that would really help out the humans here.
By for Now! Auf Wiedersehen, Misty
The Story of a Legend
By Erin Feiner
I just looked at him like he was crazy.
“Ugh, really… don't you know that this is a
racing barn?” he said.
“You would be the horse who gets me to calm
down before the race! Duh,” Desert said.
“Well why can't I race?” Legacy asked.
“Well duh you can't race, your not a
Thoroughbred, your just a Morgan,” Mustang Moon
said.
“Well I'll show you boys I can race and I will
beat you!” Legacy said
“Oh one more thing legacy...”
“What!” Legacy said angrily this time
“YOUR ONLY A FILLY!!!!” They said all
together.
“You have to be a colt, but I'll like to see you try
loser! Bye!” Desert says as they turned around
smirking, walking away.
Legacy turned around to see a large chestnut mare
with a white blaze looking down at her.
To Be Continued!
Yes, it’s true. We’re a dysfunctional family.
Cross Country at Kent Equestrian Trials