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more comfortable in crossing at. They still stop and hold their ground. After a long time, of pulling and tugging, my friends finally give in and try to jump in the riders arms.
A very young new friend, thinks he is a race horse. He prances and tries to show off to all the females. His rider, is also young, and in my mind, not to bright! She tires to get the young male to jump the large and heavy picnic tables. But that comes to a halt, when some of the other riders talk to the young girl.

But still looking for excitement, she rides off on the young male, bare back, in shorts, and no shoes. Not a smart move, if she ends up off my new friend, in the woods.
Another new friend, came back all excited. Telling me of the the new fun ride. Finding a little river, at the bottom of a hill. He would run down the hill, splashing, then up the other side. Then turn around and back down the hill, splashing in the cool water and up the other side. He said he did this for hours and loved it!
Then there is the old, Mister Grumpy. He hates everything, and almost everyone, even my opera!
His rider, just wants a nice ride. But, Mister Grumpy does not want to go nicely. So on the ride, at every hill, he would sit his rear down and slide all the way to the bottom. Then he would turn is head, looking over his shoulder, to the rider and give him the look of "Look What You Did!" This would get old for the rider, so Mister Grumpy would get his way and come back to his pen to listen to my opera!
But with all the little adventures, that I did not get to go on, it was just as good to just hear about them. The air would be charged with excitement, with so many new friends talking about their adventures, or looking forward to one. I would stay, all safe in my pen, meeting all my new friends and singing to them.
When the cool,night darkness crept into the camp, we would all fall asleep, listening to my opera, looking forward to our next day of adventures.
CAMP HOST VERSION:
Being a "Horse Campground", we were treated to many different kinds of horses, mules and such. People really loved to come up, ride the trails all day and camp by a campfire next to their horses. Maybe, they were reliving the Old West!
One time, really sticks out in our minds. It was way after dark. Someone had a Jackass, that all day seemed to be yelling in a gruff, windy yell, "Help Me.. Help Me!" Over and Over.
We had gotten use to it, since the other campers said nothing, we decided to do the same.
Late in the evening, the Park Ranger, came by to make a round, to making sure everything is alright.
We saw the Park Ranger speed by our trailer, as we watched TV. I noticed through the back window, he had his color lights on.
I put on my boots and headed out to see if I could help him and see what was wrong.
The Ranger came back down the hill, winded, explaining to me, once he gotten to our trailer, he heard someone yelling for help.
He rushed up with his lights on, jumped out of the truck. With one hand on his gun, and the other one with a flash light, searching with his flash light beam. He finally saw the noise was coming from a Jackass. But his heart was still racing.
I laughed and explained we had been listening to that all day. Due to this, we did not think about that, when the Ranger rushed into the campground. We thought something really bad had happened.
He had just never heard anything like that, but neither had we!

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