Horse Feathers (14 page)

Carole smiled nervously and signaled to Mrs. Welch that she was ready to begin. Mrs. Welch returned the smile, which Stevie could tell made Carole feel better. Max boosted Carole onto Clara’s back, and a moment later she was confidently cantering around the circle, her arms extended in the Basic Seat. Next she performed the Flag, bringing her knees beneath her, then sliding her legs out across Clara’s broad back. She held the position for a moment before regaining her balance to move on to the Stand.

Then Carole slipped.

She tried to reach for the handles but wasn’t quick enough and fell off to the side. She landed on the ground and ducked into a roll to ease the impact. Stevie and Lisa cheered supportively as Carole jumped to her feet.

“You did great,” Lisa said, patting Carole on the shoulder as she joined them.

Carole smiled, pleased with her attempt. Even though it wasn’t perfect, it was as good a job as she’d
done in practice, and she was pleased with what she’d learned over the past month.

Veronica was up next. She entered the ring carrying a portable CD player, which she placed on the fence near her coach.

“She’s got music?” Lisa gasped.

The girls exchanged looks, feeling any hope of beating Veronica draining away by the second. Even Mrs. Welch seemed impressed.

“When you’re ready, Veronica,” said Mrs. Welch.

Veronica nodded to her coach to start the music, then indicated to Max that she wouldn’t need an assisted mount.

The girls exchanged stunned looks. They all knew that an unassisted vault, or a Vault-on, was one of the more complicated moves because it was important not to pull on the surcingle while mounting. Max had explained that it could cause stress or injury to the shoulder muscles on the left side of Clara’s body. Max glanced at Veronica’s coach, who nodded her approval and smiled.

Veronica slipped into the longeing circle and loped along beside Clara, who was cantering smoothly. Red lifted the longe line slightly to allow Veronica to duck underneath and get into position beside Clara’s shoulder.

“Do you really think she can do it?” Carole asked, amazed.

Before either Stevie or Lisa could respond, Veronica reached for the vaulting handles. Using the momentum of Clara’s stride, she bounced off the ground, effortlessly pushing herself up onto Clara’s tall back.

Overconfident, Veronica started her routine, moving quickly into the Flag. But she slipped bringing her knees underneath her and tumbled off Clara’s back, rolling as she hit the ground.

Max offered her a hand up. “That’s too bad, Veronica. You had a great start.” He was about to call the next vaulter forward when Veronica stepped in front of him.

“But I can’t be finished, Max,” Veronica whined. “I’ve got a whole routine worked out.”

“I’m sorry, Veronica, but it wouldn’t be fair to the others to let you go again.”

“But I worked so hard!” Veronica implored. “Please just let me have one more chance.”

Max hesitated. “Well, it’s not up to me, Veronica,” he said finally. “It’s up to the other riders.”

As Veronica stared expectantly at the group, The Saddle Club girls looked at each other, torn.

Stevie shrugged. “It
would
be a great way to keep Veronica from stealing first place.”

“But technically,” Carole pointed out, “it’s not a real competition.”

“And we’re all supposed to be here to learn,” Lisa agreed reluctantly.

“Even if some of us”—Stevie looked directly at Veronica—“cheated by hiring a private coach?”

Veronica crossed her arms and began to tap one slipper-clad foot with annoyance as she overheard Stevie’s last comment. Max glanced around at the group as he waited for their decision. There was a long pause as the vaulters looked at each other.

Then Stevie heard herself saying, “She
has
worked pretty hard over the past month.” She abruptly covered her mouth, mumbling between her fingers, “Tell me I didn’t just compliment Veronica.”

Carole grimaced ruefully. “I think you did. But I agree. Veronica deserves the chance to show everyone what she can do.”

“And I have to admit,” Lisa added with a smile, “I am just a little bit curious.”

“Does anyone object?” Max finally asked the group. Everyone shook their heads. “All right then, Veronica—one more chance.”

Veronica smirked and signaled to her coach to
restart the music. Once again, she vaulted smoothly onto Clara’s back, and, more cautiously this time, she began her routine. The Saddle Club girls couldn’t help being impressed. Veronica performed all the compulsory movements, as well as a couple of freestyle moves that she’d invented with her coach. She ended the demonstration with a proper dismount, landing lightly on her feet.

Lisa groaned. “As if I can beat that!”

“Now that you mention it, we probably shouldn’t have given Veronica that second chance,” Stevie cracked with a good-humored laugh.

“Just do your best, Lisa,” said Carole.

Lisa nodded and jogged over to where Max was waiting. He quickly boosted her up, then stepped back as she began the sequence of vaulting positions. Respectably enough, Lisa managed each one of the four basic positions she’d practiced—the Basic Seat, the Flag, the Mill, and the Stand—before executing a graceful dismount and landing on both feet.

Stevie and Carole cheered wildly for her, as did many of the other students. But they both knew it wouldn’t be enough to beat Veronica.

Finally it was Stevie’s turn.

Stevie gulped when Red nodded to her. Show jitters weren’t something that she was accustomed to.
But then again
, she thought wryly,
neither is performing gymnastics on a moving floor
.

She ducked under the longe line and accepted a boost up from Max as they walked alongside Clara. Taking hold of the surcingle handles, she settled gently onto Clara’s back. Stevie stretched her legs downward, comforted by the warmth of Clara’s coat against her calves. No matter what she was about to do, it was riding, and riding always calmed her. Well, almost always. As Red clucked Clara into a canter, Stevie instantly relaxed her lower back, allowing her good training and natural ability to take over. Swinging her legs up under her in a crouch, she concentrated on the ripple of movement beneath her knees as Clara’s back muscles rapidly contracted and expanded with each rise and fall. She adjusted to the rhythm, and when she was ready, she extended her right leg back and her left arm forward into the Flag. She was surprised by the sudden odd sound around her. It took a second to realize it was applause. She’d done it right!

Smiling to herself, she inhaled the comforting aroma of Clara’s musky scent, then began her next move: the Mill (or the around-the-world, as Stevie liked to refer to it) in which she had to turn in a full
circle on Clara’s back. In the middle of it—just when Stevie thought she had it made—Clara stumbled slightly, causing Stevie to lose her balance and fall against the mare’s withers. Clara quickly righted herself, hardly missing a beat, and shifted her own weight to help Stevie recover her balance. As soon as she was comfortably upright, Stevie gently stroked the soft hair at the base of Clara’s neck. “Thanks,” she whispered. Clara’s ears perked up and rotated back in response to the sound of Stevie’s soothing voice.

The explosion of clapping from the sidelines caught Stevie’s attention, once again surprising her. This time, Stevie smiled to the crowd. Then, with renewed confidence, she brought her legs up to a crouching position as she prepared to move into the Stand. It wasn’t as if she thought she was doing a wonderful job, but she knew she was doing the moves as well as she could. She’d learned something and she was pleased that the onlookers thought so, too.

But what she was about to do, the Stand, made the Flag and the Mill look easy.

“Come on, Stevie, you can do it!” Lisa gripped the top rail of the fence as she mentally went through the moves with her friend, feeling every stride of Clara’s canter even from a distance.

Stevie shifted her balance slightly in time with the
gentle rise and fall of Clara’s canter, mentally following Clara’s footsteps as each large hoof hit the ground and feeling her own body and balance become one with the horse.
One-two-three, one-two
 … She released the vaulting handles and slowly stood up, keeping her arms in front of her as she straightened her legs to a standing position. She felt herself tipping slightly to the right.
No, no
, she thought. She kept counting and closed her eyes, feeling her feet melt into the mare’s back, flexing her knees with every stride until she was standing, perfectly balanced, arms out to the side.

There was a buzz in the audience. Of course there was. She was doing something very difficult and she’d done it right. Well, maybe not gold-medal right, but right. So why were they buzzing and not clapping? Keeping her head absolutely still, she let her eyes play across the crowd. They didn’t even look like they were about to clap. They looked like they were about to laugh.

Her tights! They must have fallen down! But when she glanced down to check, it wasn’t tights she saw at her ankles. It was something fuzzy, web-footed, adoring, and utterly cute. It was a gosling, standing on Clara’s back, right behind her! No, there were two goslings! Number Three was there on Clara’s rump,
and when Stevie glanced down again, Three had been joined by a bossy and irritated Number One, who began quacking authoritatively. He took the position closest to Stevie over Three’s quacked objections. They were both silenced when Number Two jumped off the fence to add his performance the next time they circled the ring.

Stevie started giggling. It confused poor Clara, who speeded up. That caused the goslings to quack wildly. Stevie flailed her arms in the air in an attempt to regain her balance. And that caused three goslings to begin flailing their wings in the air in imitation.

And then Stevie heard another sound—one of her favorites. It was the sound of an entire crowd of onlookers laughing with glee.

Stevie knew an opportunity for showmanship when she saw one. Carefully, she settled herself back into a sitting position on Clara’s back. She reached behind her with both hands and allowed two of the goslings to settle onto her hands. Then she extended her arms.

“I call this move the Flying Goose,” she said, barely containing a smile. The audience applauded. She let Number Three sit on top of her head for a few strides. The audience applauded. Stevie bowed slightly and
Number Three slipped off and then fluttered down to the ground, quacking loudly. Stevie was afraid Clara might unintentionally run over Number Three or—as she realized, when she saw where her little charge had fled—any of the other goslings, all of whom had decided that the schooling ring was much more interesting than the pond that afternoon. Red spotted the problem, too, and drew Clara to a gentle halt. Stevie made as graceful a dismount as she could muster while holding Numbers One and Two in her hands.

The audience burst into applause and Stevie grinned happily, bowing again. The goslings clustered at her feet followed suit, nodding their heads, which made everyone laugh and clap even more. Everyone, that is, except Veronica, who seemed furious to be out of the limelight. She stood behind the rail, arms crossed, tapping one foot angrily, while everyone else circled around Stevie and her adorable little goslings.

“Well,” said Mrs. Welch, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. “I’m stumped, since it’s obvious to me that the blue ribbon really should go to the vaulting goslings.”

“But you can’t do that,” Veronica said hastily. “They’re not even part of the competition.”

Mrs. Welch nodded. “Which is why I’ve decided the blue ribbon should go to their trainer, Stevie Lake.”

The Saddle Club squealed in delight.

“But—But what about me?” Veronica sputtered angrily above the clapping from the crowd, which also seemed to believe that Stevie and her goslings should be awarded the blue ribbon.

“You did very well, Veronica. Therefore I’ve decided to award you with the red ribbon.”

A warning glance from Max quickly halted the tirade that Veronica appeared to be ready to launch into. “I’m sure that Veronica is quite satisfied with second place,” Max said firmly. “Especially considering the fact that she was given two chances.”

Veronica smothered a retort and managed a smile for Mrs. Welch. Then she turned to Stevie and whispered, “Cheater!”

But the girls were too busy laughing at Number Seven, who seemed to think that the top of Veronica’s slipper would be a good location to leave a calling card.

Veronica frowned and followed their gaze, shrieking as she noticed the white blob left on her slipper as Number Seven waddled away. “You foul beast!” she shouted, then stalked off toward the barn.

“That would be
water
fowl to you,” Stevie shouted after Veronica’s retreating back.

The girls laughed as the goslings surrounded them,
honking loudly so as not to be forgotten. “Well,” said Stevie. “I guess we showed her!”

“Come on,” said Carole. “Let’s go give Red a hand with Clara.”

It was Clara’s last day, since the vaulting horse would be returning to her own home the next morning. The girls had planned a special bath and grooming party for the mare to show their appreciation for all her hard work. Not only that, but Lisa had prepared a special apple bran mash for Clara’s last dinner at stable.

S
EVERAL HOURS LATER
the girls shared a late picnic lunch at their favorite spot on the knoll overlooking Pine Hollow. In the grassy paddock below, Stevie could see all eight goslings swimming around in the pond, enjoying the afternoon sun. More noticeably, they seemed not to mind that Stevie had gone off and left them.

“Did you see Veronica’s face when Mrs. Welch handed you the blue ribbon?” said Carole. “I thought she was going to explode.”

“Well, you know how I hate to gloat …,” Stevie answered demurely. She was instantly rewarded with a carrot stick to the side of the head, compliments of Lisa. Her friends knew that Stevie loved to gloat, especially when it came to Veronica. “But,” Stevie continued,
“what can I say? My goslings seemed to hold better form than Veronica did.”