Roy snorted as the saddle fell and he shied away from it a few steps. She heard her grandfather laughing from behind her. “I thought that Clydesdales were supposed to be calmer and Quarter Horses more flighty,” Ruth complained.
“Mirage is over 22 years-old and trained to compete. Ol’ Roy just turned 4 this year.”
“Then why do you keep calling him ol’ Roy?”
“Because he will be old, some day, and young Roy sounds derogatory. I wouldn’t be derogatory toward a creature that large but if you want to, you have at it.” Ruth wondered how she’d never before realized her grandfather was a tad loopy.
~Grace Marshall
From my story coming out this June, No Pizza Delivery
Book 1 in my series "Becoming Country"