Descriptive paragraph A horse named Brio By ;Morgan Kempton

P.S. This is not a picture of Brio, but I do not have a real picture of him on my laptop so I found a picture of a horse that looks similar. It’s been many years since I my family got a horse, but I still remember the first day we spent with him. Brio is a handsome bay quarter horse, with a beautiful brown coat that seems to turn red in the sunlight, and long flowing black mane. The first time I saw him he was nothing more than a speck in a faraway field, but when his old owner called his previous name, Buck, he came running. I still remember the excitement I felt as the small dot that would soon be one of my best friends got bigger and bigger, and the smell of the fresh Princeton air.

Brio came running to the gate, and his old owner put his halter on his head and gave him an apple. The young horse ate it with a satisfying crunch, making it disappear in one loud chomp. Till this day, he has always loved food. Brio was lead over to my mom, dad, and I, and he sniffed us all down with his big, soft nose. When he had greeted us his old owner led Brio to an old wooden round-pen made up of dozens of different wooden bars, all crisscrossed like a spider web.

Brio was let loose in the round pen so he could roll and kick up his heels. I watched as Brio sniffed around for the perfect place to roll and dropped to the ground. He lay on his side and kicked up his feet sending dust and dirt flying into the air. I had to bring up my hands to prevent the dirt from getting in my hair, but I still got covered anyways. I didn’t mind, though; Brio looked so silly rolling around in the dirt I couldn’t help but laugh. Before I had Brio I had never seen a horse roll before and I still love watching them play around in the dirt, even if it’s a pain to brush them out after.

When Brio got up from his roll he did a little buck into the air and shook his black mane around, letting loose a loud whinny. I watched as he went from jumping into the air to running laps around the round-pen. Soon after, we threw an on old western saddle on his back and rode him around. The beautiful saddle was made of leather, and the way it caught the sunlight was something to behold. At first the people that owned Brio before seemed a little nervous about us riding him, since he can be a bit of a hot-head, but they relaxed when Brio behaved himself.

Soon after, my mom and Brio’s old owner went out on a trail ride through the tall, lush trees that decorated the landscape. I felt annoyed at being left behind, but it couldn’t be helped; there was no horse for me to ride. When they all returned mom and I thought about it, and agreed that we would buy him. I still remember how happy I felt that day, and though it has been four years since Brio has joined our family I still love him. I couldn’t ask for a better little brother.