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[Bailey Marie Champange]

Bailey walked down the barn aisle with the reins to her horse's bridle in her hands, the horse trailing behind her. She had just finished a quick workout to get ready for a horse show on Saturday. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She reached his stall at the end of the barn and opened the door. She led him and and quickly untacked him, throwing the saddle over the door and the bridle on the hook hanging outside the door. Bailey grabbed the red halter and put it on her horse. She quickly brushed him over before leading him back outside so she could cool him off. "Come on, boy," she said to him when he hesitated before leaving the stall. He knew it was almost time for dinner.

She walked him around the parking lot for a while, before she decided to get on him. She tied to end of the lead rope to the other side of his halter to make reins before she led him to her car, stood on the bumper, and hopped on. His back was sweaty, but she didn't mind. She laid down on his neck and trusted him not to run off. They began walking around the parking lot and and began talking to him, as she usually did. He was the perfect listener. "Mom doesn't doesnt like it here too much boy, I don't know why." She thought about her old house in Tennessee, they hadnt lived there for awhile, but her mother always complained about North Carolina.

Baxter continued walking around and Bailey decided to lead him into and empty field so he could eat a bit.She loved him. He was a bay morgan. Her parents had given him to her for her sixth birthday.He was 5 years old at the time and as hyper as ever. The perfect jumping horse. He was a stubborn, in her opinion. Constantly going his own way, biting anyone he didn't like, and trying to eat everything. He was never up to an early morning work out. But Bailey loved him. He was her pride and joy and she would never trade him in for another horse.

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