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Boucle Featured: Boucle Import P731
Word Count: 593

Oh what a night. The campfire almost acted as a fireplace would, crackling away as it just made the pasture seem so warm and cozy while [Name TBA] grazed nearby under a tree. The turkey smelled absolutely amazing too as it slowly rotisseried over the flames though the one wing refused to stay bound and kinda flopped all over as it rotated... At one point, however, [Name TBA] must have forgotten the scarecrow existed as he spooked from the rattling of the googly eyes in a strong breeze. It didn't help that the breeze was also causing leaves to fall from the tree above him and rain down into his fur or onto the grass. As the wind mellowed out though, diner time would soon arrive. Many people would gather around the stable milling about the large pasture to eat by the fire or spend time with the various horses. Some were boucles, others not, and not all were owned by whoever had thrown this Thanksgiving get together. Many people had brought their own horses and the following day the group hoped to go out riding and see the leaves fall and finish changing before Winter finally settled in.
At some point in the night, though, music also began to play. Some people danced, others did some beautiful liberty work with their horses, and a few decided to tack up for some dressage, each dancing in their own way. Under the stars with the light of the fire this was a beautiful sight. Riding at night was often seen as dangerous, but they all managed and kept their distance from one another to make sure neither horse nor rider tripped over nor injured anyone. Pictures were also taken numerous times through the night and stories shared. It was basically Thanksgiving but among friends and earlier into Autumn than usual as the trees still held quite a bit of color from bright oranges to deep reds and a few wilted yellows too. The tree in the pasture had gone particularly orange and the grass was dying as cold settled in turning shades of yellow and orange itself.
The following morning, the riders all tack up their mounts and [Name TBA] carries his rider somewhere in the middle of the pack. They had not hosted the event and also hadn’t been ready to go all that quickly, but he was perfectly fine here anyway. His handler kept him a decent distance from the other equines and he was able to meander along looking too at all the scenery as they rode through a beautiful orchard of apple trees on their way to the main trail. A few other critters were out and about too as a bunny got spooked and took off from the sound of the incoming hooves. Some deer were also spotted, but it wasn’t [Name TBA] or his rider that saw those much to his rider’s disappointment based on the tone of their voice as everyone later was untacked and groomed. At least they still enjoyed giving him attention with the gentle strokes of the odd rubber thing as it moved in circles against his fur one more time before he was trailered and started the ride home. His handler must have also put ginger incense or perfume in with him as the smell seeped into the hay he had been fed as well as the tack that was stored nearby as well. At least it smelled nice since it likely would take a while to come back out of the tack.

Description
Boucle Featured: Boucle Import P731
Word Count: 593

Oh what a night. The campfire almost acted as a fireplace would, crackling away as it just made the pasture seem so warm and cozy while [Name TBA] grazed nearby under a tree. The turkey smelled absolutely amazing too as it slowly rotisseried over the flames though the one wing refused to stay bound and kinda flopped all over as it rotated... At one point, however, [Name TBA] must have forgotten the scarecrow existed as he spooked from the rattling of the googly eyes in a strong breeze. It didn't help that the breeze was also causing leaves to fall from the tree above him and rain down into his fur or onto the grass. As the wind mellowed out though, diner time would soon arrive. Many people would gather around the stable milling about the large pasture to eat by the fire or spend time with the various horses. Some were boucles, others not, and not all were owned by whoever had thrown this Thanksgiving get together. Many people had brought their own horses and the following day the group hoped to go out riding and see the leaves fall and finish changing before Winter finally settled in.
At some point in the night, though, music also began to play. Some people danced, others did some beautiful liberty work with their horses, and a few decided to tack up for some dressage, each dancing in their own way. Under the stars with the light of the fire this was a beautiful sight. Riding at night was often seen as dangerous, but they all managed and kept their distance from one another to make sure neither horse nor rider tripped over nor injured anyone. Pictures were also taken numerous times through the night and stories shared. It was basically Thanksgiving but among friends and earlier into Autumn than usual as the trees still held quite a bit of color from bright oranges to deep reds and a few wilted yellows too. The tree in the pasture had gone particularly orange and the grass was dying as cold settled in turning shades of yellow and orange itself.
The following morning, the riders all tack up their mounts and [Name TBA] carries his rider somewhere in the middle of the pack. They had not hosted the event and also hadn’t been ready to go all that quickly, but he was perfectly fine here anyway. His handler kept him a decent distance from the other equines and he was able to meander along looking too at all the scenery as they rode through a beautiful orchard of apple trees on their way to the main trail. A few other critters were out and about too as a bunny got spooked and took off from the sound of the incoming hooves. Some deer were also spotted, but it wasn’t [Name TBA] or his rider that saw those much to his rider’s disappointment based on the tone of their voice as everyone later was untacked and groomed. At least they still enjoyed giving him attention with the gentle strokes of the odd rubber thing as it moved in circles against his fur one more time before he was trailered and started the ride home. His handler must have also put ginger incense or perfume in with him as the smell seeped into the hay he had been fed as well as the tack that was stored nearby as well. At least it smelled nice since it likely would take a while to come back out of the tack.