Can you imagine the freak out when she put her head up and found herself trapped with the reins wrapped around her leg and pulling on her bit? Oh no, not a good scene at all. Immediately she reared. It was the biggest rear I have ever seen on any horse that was not a circus performer or at Pfiszer Fantasia! UP into the air she went, front hooves over my head!! I was face to face with my horse's belly button! Oh, not good at all. Three times I told her to whoa. I wondered why the clips were not breaking. Three times she reared--tall as a grizzly bear. Bah! Thank goodness her saddle stayed on. After the third rear I said to her: WHOAH, LILLY! You MUST STOP SO I CAN HELP YOU!!
Miraculously, she stopped. I knew I had one second to unclip the reins. I did it! And she was free! In a moment she carried on as if nothing at all had just happened. I said to her, Brumby, you scared me! And then I texted Bill who loves adventures of all sorts--especially the kind with happy endings.
And finally, it's Friday! A new weekend of riding is just around the corner!