Gray Mare, finally thought she’d caught on…
– “Yes, I get it! Oh, finally!”
– “You want me to waver like a lit possum through the corners!
– Gaping on the bit like I ran out of toothpaste this morning and just rubbed my gums with a little rat poison instead?!
– Alrighty Mam, you’ve got it!”
Actually, she turned out pretty good in this ride. Once we’d both landed on the same planet.
The leg yield. Yes, still needs some. Work.