I Will Take My Victories Where I Can Get Them

Home Team

Milton: Grumble, grumble. Weave poles. Grumble grumble. Overgrown grass. Grumble, grumble.

Sir Snowflake Cupcake does not like grass tips tickling his ankles. He made as much of a hash out of the weave pole exercise as possible. He finally knocked into one, tipping it over. Fortunately, I saw the pole moving, realized it was going to touch him, and was ready for the spook.

Milton: I’m being attaaaaacked! I told you this was a horrible idea!

Mister Hoppy Toad is certainly capable of launching into a meltdown from a standing start. However, most of the time, his hissy fits start off as spooks. He spooks, then converts the momentum into his wind-up toy routine [The Three Stages of Drill Team].

Milton: I! Shall! Express! My! Displeasure!

Captain Rocket Paws decided he was go for launch. Unfortunately for him, the same idea occurred to me 2 seconds earlier. Halfway into the first hop, I was all over his case.

Milton: Busted.

Next time, he may blindside me. This time, point to the rider.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott