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This mare and foal are for sale. Please look below for information regarding the sale, then contact Penelope Drake, at Song Wolf Farm.
Registered Name: OCP Uptown Park Lady
Barn Name: GirlieBreed: American Saddlebred
Gender: Mare
Age: 13
Height: 16.2
Color: Black Reverse Splash
Genotype: Eh...
Foundation
Sire: NA
Dam: NA
Ref: Kholran-Stock
This mare will soon be bred to SWF Stumbling Comedy. The foal will stay at SWF to play a big roll in the unique sport horse breeding program that will hit big at SWF. However, after this foal is weaned, Girlie will be available for sale. She is believe it or not, THE Foundation Dam of the Cottontail Lapsequine! She's a been there, done that kind of mare. She was trained from the ground up by her owner, Penelope Drake who lives and works at SWF. She trained her as both a jumper and a Dressage mount, so the mare can do it all. She's a fast learner, very responsive to her rider, and a superb mother. She's somewhat human in her personality too! She loves to watch TV (Animal Planet...soap operas, and the Ellen show), cuddle with her people, and loves it when they read stories to her.
As far as a price ... here's where it gets interesting. As she's been a HUGE influence in the Lapsequine breed, as well as SWF's soon to be big sport horse program, as well as the sentimental feelings Penelope has for her, she's a very expensive mare with no current price. However ... the price is rather priceless, as long as this mare finds a GREAT home, where she can work with youth constantly (girls especially, because they're made of sugar and spice and everything nice), then she'd be free of charge. With that said, her filly pictured here and info below, is also available for sale for a flat sale of 100 pts, or $1 USD. They don't have to go together, but they are rather fond of each other, and imagine them side by side...(also, mare's ears can be black. I was naive back in the day on genetics)
Her offsrping, not including the following, are:
SWF Central Park Lady
Barn Name: Perky
Breed: American Saddlebred
Gender: Filly
Age: Foal
Height: Erm...cute foal height?
Color: Black Reverse Splash
Genotype: I are lazy...lol
Sire: SWF Addendum
Dam: OCP Uptown Park Lady
Changing Dreams
11 years ago...
"Happy birthday kiddo!" Dr. Cecil Drake uncovered his daughters eyes, after leading her to the small barn out back, the one he had built just for her. His slicked back salt and pepper hair very different from the way it looks today.
Her deep brown eyes lit up as they rested on an exquisite pinto Saddlebred filly.
"She's a two-year old. I wanted to get you something a bit older, but there was something about her I couldn't say no to." Cecil told his daughter, almost absentmindedly.
"I don't care how old she is, she's my ticket. I'll finally be popular!" Penelope jumped up and down with glee, which sent the filly into a pacing fit inside the stall due to the sudden movement.
"That's nice, sweety."
The next afternoon, Penelope high tailed it to the library to learn whatever she could on training horses, riding horses, and owning horses. It was exhausting work, but well worth it to be recognized as a human being in school. She was enrolled in an uppity private all girls school, where you were a nobody not worth talking to until you owned a pretty, expensive horse. With her father being a high paid scientist, she just assumed he'd paid a fortune for her. He paid enough for her to be worth it, but not enough so the girls at school would acknowledge the horse. Good thing you could lie about a price tag...unless you literally showed someone the cash or check used to buy the horse.
Even though she couldn't ride her horse yet, at least not in trail rides or jumping fences, the girls she often spent time with let her borrow their "extra" horses, knowing that she had a fancy filly that might upstage them at some point. It paid to be nice, for now.
The hours spent lungeing Girlie, grooming Girlie, and saddle training her gave Penelope an added sense of purpose in life, more physical and emotional strength, courage, and she started seeing things differently.
Out in the barn with her the following summer before her first ride on Girlie, she stood grooming her soft gleaming neck.
"Ya know what Girlie? Maybe it isn't about having a rich parent, or a high stepping show horse, or even about designer clothes. Maybe it's about love, respect, even honor and empathy. The girls at school never ask me how I'm feeling. Dad doesn't ask me how I'm feeling, but you do. You genuinely care, and I love that. I really do."
The filly nodded her head and just soaked it all in.
In the saddle, on the trails, Penelope grew up. She saw things with a better clarity, she breathed in deeply and for once in her life she had a great appreciation for the nature that surrounded her, but it would be another year before it really hit home. And it almost cost her, her horse.
"I don't want to go back to that uptight snobby school." Penelope lifted her head, to defiantly tell her father how she felt.
"Excuse me?" He was rather taken aback by her outburst.
"You heard me. I refuse. I'd rather study at home, with Girlie. She's my only true friend." She was standing next to her mare in the paddock, her father leaning against the fence on the other side. Penelope hugged the mare, who had grown into such a stunning horse over these wonderful two years.
"I think this horse has vastly clouded your judgement, young lady. I think it's time you put away this childish game and got something a little less time consuming." Her father's voice was steadily rising.
"You can't take Girlie away from me. " Her voice rose as well, and she was feeling bolder with each word spoken.
"Yes I can. I bought her, and I'm your father. What I say goes." His voice rose another octave, and the veins in his forehead were starting to protrude.
"Then I'll leave. Besides, it's not like you'd miss me. I don't matter to you, just like mom never mattered to you." That was a painful fact to make, but from what she remembered of her mother and father's marriage, it had been just that. It had been like her mother was vanishing into thin air, transforming into a nobody when before, she had been a somebody. The more immersed Cecil got with work, the longer his hours were, the less he was home and the less he bothered to care about his personal life. And his personal life included his abandoned family.
He had no words to that. What could he say? She was right, but could he admit that to himself? He said nothing but his features softened. However, they didn't soften enough for her, so in one deft movement, she was up on Girlie's bare back. Before Cecil could even think of saying anything, they were cantering towards the fence on the other side of the paddock and sailing over the top rail with inches to spare. Penelope didn't even look back as they galloped out of his field of vision. He knew, without a doubt, where she had gone. He borrowed a neighbors dapple grey Quarter Horse filly, and rode out to this secluded crystalline blue pool, in the woods. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed being in the saddle of a horse. He used to ride with his wife all the time, to this exact spot. They'd lay out a picnic and let the horses wade in the water as they talked about all of their plans for the future. Aahh...the future. The four horse crazy kids she wanted, the horse farm and luxury gardens...but the one thing that stood out in his mind was that they'd always find time to have their picnics by the pool. And they did for a time, until she was too sick to ride, or even get out of bed. When she died, a very large piece of himself went with her.
He dismounted and tied the filly to a nearby tree. His daughter was curled up against her favorite willow tree, where she often sat with her mother in the past. The mare was sitting next to her, her soft gentle eyes gazing at her, in a worrying look. He walked over to his daughter quietly, leaned down on her other side, and wordlessly, hugged her. She fiercely returned the hug, silent tears cascading down her cheeks.
Over the next few weeks things between father and daughter vastly improved. Penelope left the private school and took up homeschooling. Cecil took a different role at work with research and experimentation instead of development and business. He even stopped slicking his hair back and some days, he looked rather goofy when he didn't bother to brush his hair. He'd tell jokes more often, smile with his whole mouth and every week he'd ride out with his daughter on a picnic.
Through out the following 7 years, Penelope was often winning show-jumping competitions against her former friends. Not one of those former friends even recognized her, because she was a totally different person. She never found a close friend until one fateful night last spring when she read a flyer on a board marked,
"Rabbit-like horse found in woods. Is he yours? He is very friendly and has a fondness for apples."
She gasped, and called the number, explaining all about her Lapsequines to the seeming sad woman on the other line. From that day on, she was glad that Girlie had saved her life in so many ways, and helped create her very first 'human' friend. So when Girlie's first equine foal was born, she never gave it a second thought to give the filly to her best friend Myrianna. Because folks, dreams can change. And dreams can change us. And sometimes...we're a better person because of it.
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