BGS Midnight Storm

Name: BGS Midnight Storm
Nickname: Storm or Stormy
Gender: Gelding
Age: 6
Bio: Born on May 9, 2006, Storm is a hyper little whipper-snapper. He loves sugar cubes and his owner, Megan Small, more than anything else. She has had him his whole life, raised him from when he was just a little foal. She's training him to jump, do flat work, and maybe in the future enter him in some shows, but right now, she's got her hands full with just trying to stay on. Storm is a great horses at heart, but sometimes he lets his inner foal get the best of him.
Fears: Miniature ponies, loud noises like slamming doors.
Breed: American Paint horse
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Story:
Storm's hooves pounded into the soggy ground as he cantered freely across the pasture. He was flying! Kicking up his heels, skidding to a stop, grazing, and then starting all over again. "So THIS is what it's like to be a wild mustang!" He seemed to whinny into the wind as he rushed through the air. He would get to one side of the fence-line, only to turn around and race directly across to the other.

Even the most wildest of horses gets tired after a while, and finally, flanks heaving, he settled down into the moist grass. He rolled once, twice, three times, before stopping, lying sprawled out on the grass and enjoying the soon. After a few minutes, of nap, he heard his Megan calling to him.

"Storm! Stormy!" She whistled. He stood up and shook out his fur. He could see the light blue halter in her hand, but he didn't care. He nickered to her and cantered over the gate. Megan laughed, "Hey boy."

Storm nudged her hand, and she opened it to reveal a super sugary sugar cube. He snorted in excitement and gobbled it up in one bite. He hadn't even noticed when Megan through the lead rope around his neck and slid his halter up hi face.

She led him out of the pasture and to the barn, where a lunge line and grooming box were waiting. "Let's see if you burned off some energy while you were doing all that running in the pasture." Megan joked. "Maybe I can settle you down into a trot.

Storm flared his nostrils and seemed to snicker, "I don't think so!" He nudged her. "You better wait a see what this day holds...."
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