Post by hotspot on Nov 9, 2007 11:01:14 GMT -5
here's our first and foremost V.I.P
[glow=red,2,300]Milton:
"Absolutely not! no is my final word!" i exclaimed to Miss Bristow. how exasperating.
Katie:
This was too much. Milton had to have Monte for sale... otherwise, why would he be in the sale barn?! maybe he had just purchased him on a whim, and was now just realixing his full potential. i stalked up to him, and motioned for him to follow me into a dark corner of the stable. there, an open door indicated a small broom closet. i tugged him inside, and shut the door. i didn't want my stable members to see me lose it.
"What do you think you're doing! Monte has to be for sale."
"Well, he's not. anymore."
"that's so ...so... unfair and... VILE of you!"
"Why, thank you."
we stared daggers at each other in the musty closet for what seemed like forever. neither of us blinked. then, we started talking all at once.
"How about..."
"I propose..."
the awkward silence seeped in again. we were both waiting for the other to talk. it reminded one of two owls sitting together. i decided to break the silence.
"sidney was so great! then Cultural Icon died... and she quit! don't you want a hand in bringing back a champion?!"
"only if she's from MY stable."
"fine. if that's what YOU want. She'll never go over to your side. we'll find some way... i have the better stable, you know."
this was a point widely debated in the elite equestrian circles of Nevada.
"Oh, i know a way."
the smug smile slipped off my face. Milton looked like a vampire in the gloom, smirking like the cheshire cat.
"And what, pray tell, is it?"
he waited, adding to the suspense.
"A competition, my dear miss Sterling. whoever wins, gets Monte Cristo."
"far too paltry a prize. not to offend Monte, but i'm not bringing out the big guns over a single horse."
"well then, things can be arranged. here. the loser will have to publically announce that their rival is the superior stable."
ohhh, so he wanted an epic, did he?
"fine. and, you have to throw a big ball before the ceremony."
"and you have to donate the use of your trails and cross country course."
"and you may have the pleasure of donating you racetrack!"
"What should be the areas of competition?"
at this point, i thought i heard "paintball" whispered through the door, but held my peace.
"Dressage, Cross Country, A Race, Steeplechase, Endurance, Reining, Barrel Racing, Lyrical Dressage, and Hunting." i said, listing them off on my fingers.
without further ado, Milton stuck out his hand to shake.
"you have yourself a deal."
we shook. and walked out of the closet, much to the surprise of the twelve people pressing their ears to the door.[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Milton:
"Absolutely not! no is my final word!" i exclaimed to Miss Bristow. how exasperating.
Katie:
This was too much. Milton had to have Monte for sale... otherwise, why would he be in the sale barn?! maybe he had just purchased him on a whim, and was now just realixing his full potential. i stalked up to him, and motioned for him to follow me into a dark corner of the stable. there, an open door indicated a small broom closet. i tugged him inside, and shut the door. i didn't want my stable members to see me lose it.
"What do you think you're doing! Monte has to be for sale."
"Well, he's not. anymore."
"that's so ...so... unfair and... VILE of you!"
"Why, thank you."
we stared daggers at each other in the musty closet for what seemed like forever. neither of us blinked. then, we started talking all at once.
"How about..."
"I propose..."
the awkward silence seeped in again. we were both waiting for the other to talk. it reminded one of two owls sitting together. i decided to break the silence.
"sidney was so great! then Cultural Icon died... and she quit! don't you want a hand in bringing back a champion?!"
"only if she's from MY stable."
"fine. if that's what YOU want. She'll never go over to your side. we'll find some way... i have the better stable, you know."
this was a point widely debated in the elite equestrian circles of Nevada.
"Oh, i know a way."
the smug smile slipped off my face. Milton looked like a vampire in the gloom, smirking like the cheshire cat.
"And what, pray tell, is it?"
he waited, adding to the suspense.
"A competition, my dear miss Sterling. whoever wins, gets Monte Cristo."
"far too paltry a prize. not to offend Monte, but i'm not bringing out the big guns over a single horse."
"well then, things can be arranged. here. the loser will have to publically announce that their rival is the superior stable."
ohhh, so he wanted an epic, did he?
"fine. and, you have to throw a big ball before the ceremony."
"and you have to donate the use of your trails and cross country course."
"and you may have the pleasure of donating you racetrack!"
"What should be the areas of competition?"
at this point, i thought i heard "paintball" whispered through the door, but held my peace.
"Dressage, Cross Country, A Race, Steeplechase, Endurance, Reining, Barrel Racing, Lyrical Dressage, and Hunting." i said, listing them off on my fingers.
without further ado, Milton stuck out his hand to shake.
"you have yourself a deal."
we shook. and walked out of the closet, much to the surprise of the twelve people pressing their ears to the door.[/glow]
