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Horses
at School
*Quarter Horses: Definitally
jocks. Strutting around flexing those muscles, showing off their butts...
Not real bright, but get passed on since they are responsible for all
the trophies in the glass case
*Thoroughbreds:
Preppies.
They are atheletes, not jocks. Monogrammed blankets, leather halters,
Nike eventer shoes, the latest custom trailer and tack.
*Connemaras: Gorgeous chicks with sultry eyelashes, sexy curves,
devil-may-care attitudes. NOT into studying or anything to do with geometry.
Great fun to be around, delightful senses of humor, and the world's best
pranksters. Can usually be found in the nearest pub, entertaining the
masses. Fast and easy.
*Appaloosas: Could only be the stoners. They like to drop acid
so they can watch their spots move.
*Arabians: Let's get this party going!! Enough of sitting around
waiting for someone else to make it happen!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TEAM!!!
(need I say more???
*Shetlands: Frightening, any color of the rainbow, spiky hardos,
snotty attitudes..... gotta be the PUNKS. Some even sport tattoos.
*Fresians: Big, buff, and always in black, they are the biker clique.
Cigs hanging out of the corner, dangerous glint in the eyes, daring anyone
to cross their path.
*Morgans: They're the nerdy teacher's pets, running around doing
everything from yearbook to decorating the gym and ratting out the bikers,
stoners, and jocks. They have perpetual wedgies.
*Drafts: No real clique, they're just the big guys who sit in the
back of the room and fart a lot (and then laugh). Who's going to stop
them anyway??
*Icelandics and Paso Finos: They're the little squirrelly geeks
who flit around a dance trying to fit in and fail miserably. The kind
who wear Toughskins jeans from Sears (or would that be the rip-off WeathaBeetas??)
*Akhal Teke: Foreign exchange students. And no one can spell their
names either.
*Hackney Ponies: A breed this manic would have to be a band geek.
Marching along with their knees and heads held high.
*Warmbloods: The school staff and faculty. Looking down their noses
with righteous indignation and disgust. Secretly wishing they were having
half as much fun.
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