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Technical Senior
This is a short tale about the incredible power of the imagination of youth.....
Master Lincoln and Goliath
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Goliath was a pure bred palomino stallion with a chestnut coat, a long white mane, tail and forelock. His dark intelligent eyes were set wide in his forehead as a testament to his calm nature and trustworthiness. His silver trimmed saddle and purple blanket were an indication of his regal bearing. The shiny brass pommel and leather of his saddle were of the highest quality. His shiny black hooves were firmly attached to the solid wooden boards that his special breed of rocking horse was known for.
Young Master Lincoln was delighted to receive Goliath for Christmas from his parents when he was four years old and they had instantly become inseparable. Their adventures were epic and far ranging. They would ride far and wide in their imaginary travels. Goliath would prance out onto the path stepping so high that his hooves would touch Lincoln’s feet in the stirrups. He would break into a gallop at the slightest urging and they would fly like the wind. There was no plow reining for the likes of Goliath; no, the slightest touch of rein to neck and he would know the young masters wishes. His stamina was unmatched yet he would instantly know when Lincoln was tiring and return to the young master’s play room in the house under the great oak tree.
With Goliath at full gallop, Master Lincoln would bravely brandish his sword to drive away villains, pirates and all manner of evil. With his silver pistols in his holsters, they even dared to face fire breathing dragons and monsters single-handed.
Master Lincoln and Goliath
FMJ
Goliath was a pure bred palomino stallion with a chestnut coat, a long white mane, tail and forelock. His dark intelligent eyes were set wide in his forehead as a testament to his calm nature and trustworthiness. His silver trimmed saddle and purple blanket were an indication of his regal bearing. The shiny brass pommel and leather of his saddle were of the highest quality. His shiny black hooves were firmly attached to the solid wooden boards that his special breed of rocking horse was known for.
Young Master Lincoln was delighted to receive Goliath for Christmas from his parents when he was four years old and they had instantly become inseparable. Their adventures were epic and far ranging. They would ride far and wide in their imaginary travels. Goliath would prance out onto the path stepping so high that his hooves would touch Lincoln’s feet in the stirrups. He would break into a gallop at the slightest urging and they would fly like the wind. There was no plow reining for the likes of Goliath; no, the slightest touch of rein to neck and he would know the young masters wishes. His stamina was unmatched yet he would instantly know when Lincoln was tiring and return to the young master’s play room in the house under the great oak tree.
With Goliath at full gallop, Master Lincoln would bravely brandish his sword to drive away villains, pirates and all manner of evil. With his silver pistols in his holsters, they even dared to face fire breathing dragons and monsters single-handed.