The arena is sunny and bright. Green trees line the fence. A tall wooden jump stands at the edge.
Grace walks up to the tall wooden jump. She adjusts her white gloves. "Tall jump," she says.
Grace pats her horse's neck. The horse's ears turn backward. The arena is very quiet. "Tall jump," she says again.
A small green frog hops onto the jump and lets out a loud ribbit. Grace laughs and covers her mouth. The frog winks at her.
Her white gloves tighten on the reins. The horse's ears swivel forward toward the tall jump. Grace takes a deep breath.
Grace leans forward and whispers, "Let's do it." Her horse trots, then gallops. The arena fills with thundering hooves.
Grace's horse leaps into the air. For one moment, both of them are flying above the wooden jump. Then they land with a happy thud on the other side.
They land with a happy thud. Grace smiles and pats the horse's neck. The horse nudges her shoulder.