day1: home at last

I stood outside the makeshift pen of panels we had set up so I could get some good shots with the camera my dad had handed me a few min. earlier. We were about to let her out, the mustang I would train over the summer she was fairly calm now but still stomped as my brother jumped down from the side of the trailer, “she let me touch her!” he exclaimed excitedly. He positioned himself at the back door of the trailer ready to get out of the way if she flipped out.
“Austin, I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t terrorize my horse she is still wild you realize and I don’t want you messing with her too much” I said annoyed. She had not been very happy on the way home and I wanted her out as soon as possible so she didn’t get too spooked.
He shot me an annoyed glare then looked at my sister “you ready?”
She nodded, “ready as I’ll ever be”. She wedged herself further in between the barn and the trailer to block the filly’s only escape.
Austin swung the gate open and got out of the way as quick as he could hiding behind the solid trailer, “Is she out?” he asked trying to crane his neck around to see.
I laughed lightly and lifted the camera, “No but she is thinking about it”.
The filly stepped out then turned around and jumped back in. my dad let out a hardy laugh, “Maybe we should let her stay in there”. The filly turned and sniffed at the ground then hesitantly stepped out talking a few steps then turned to load up again.
“Well at least we know we don’t have to teach her how to load” my sister smiled and I giggled a little at that. My job just got easier.
The filly stepped out again, this time continuing into the pen and looking around. My brother, Austin, closed the trailer gate as my other brother, Zack, closed the gate to the pen.
“Good girl Reece” I whispered while snapping a picture.
Zack looked at me with curiosity in his eyes “What?”
I smiled ”Well me and Hilary were thinking Pnuma Freesia was a good name, Pnuma is Greek for wind and Freesia is a type of flower and since we couldn’t decide between the two we decided to name her both. Then when we were playing with the name trying to get a nickname for her somehow we came up with Reece, doesn’t it fit her in a way? She just looks like a Reece.”
He smirked, ”Weirdo”.
My sister stood up from where she had been leaning and sighed, “We better leave her alone and let her settle in”.
We all agreed and my brothers left as me and Hilary headed up to the house. Before we got in the door we heard some banging but when we looked we saw that my dad was still out working so we ignored it. The banging happened again and this time my dad yelled. Oh shoot I thought as I sprinted down to the barn to see Reece in between the Panels we had set up and the original pen’s chain link fence.
“Oh my gosh!” my sister gasped as she came around the corner, “Reece what have you done?”
Hilary and my dad went into the pen and began disconnecting panels from the one she had tried to jump and destroyed. As I stood in front of where Reece had pinned herself with my hand stretched out to keep her from escaping further. When there was room for her to get back into the pen we backed off and let her go back in.
 My dad herded her into the stall that was connected to the paddock and shut the door, “looks like we need an extreme makeover”