Pony X Giraffy Novels & Stories

“Alright, Miss Heels. Let’s get you on a horse. But we’re picking one that’s gentle. Those shoes might not love stirrups.” I grinned. “I’ll manage.” He shook his head, still smiling, and led me back toward the stalls. Jerry led me to a gentle bay mare named Sunny. She was calm and steady, with kind eyes and a soft nose that sniffed my hand when I offered it a carrot. Jerry saddled her up quickly, explaining everything he did—tightening the girth, adjusting the stirrups, and checking the bit. I listened, trying to look confident even though my heart was racing.