Granny Smith and Moon the Horse

Granny Smith decided to come ride horses with the Spy Twins over at the arena this winter.  The lady who owns the arena has a "bullet proof" older barrel horse, named Moon,  she said he could ride.

Well, Moon was pretty good.  He wasn't as quiet as I'd like, but I'm extremely paranoid about things like that.  I think Granny Smith was on his fourth ride.  He was getting pretty confident and jogging across the arena and having a great time.  I get too nervous to watch (the paranoid part - I can barely watch the Spy Twins and they've been riding for a year now) so I was out in the suburban talking on the phone.  I looked up and saw Nova Spy motioning me to come here.  Oh No.

"Is Granny Smith OK!??"
"He will be."
"AHH!"
"Mom, calm down.  Kathy (Granny's teacher) says to just come into the arena quietly."
I adopted my best "bedside manner" and calmly (moderately) went in.  Granny Smith was just getting up off the arena floor.  He was covered with dirt and his face was muddy and streaked with tears.

 He was ok.  His biggest concern was whether he had just fallen off or whether Moon had really bucked, because it seemed like Moon had bucked.  Kathy said, "no, buddy, Moon really bucked. You did great."  So the boys told him how Moon just got a bee in his bonnet and decided lessons were over.  He gave three big bucks across the arena.  Granny Smith hung on the first two, but got closer to the horses head each time and on the third just summersaulted over his head.

After we made sure Granny Smith was ok,  it was time to deal with Moon.  He needed to do some work.  Kathy was wearing her big snow boots so Nova Spy said he would ride Moon.  Well, Moon was just a pill.  He tried to buck him off several times, but Nova just sat down and kicked him out of it.  He worked Moon until he was trotting nicely and was listening.

When we were driving home, I said to Granny Smith, "I still don't think I understand how you landed.  What is hurting?  Did you land on your head?"  He said, "Mom, I'll just draw you a picture."  This is what he handed me:

Later that night I asked Nova Spy if he was scared riding Moon.
He said, "A little. But when he started throwing a fit I just told him, "Look buddy,  I weigh 115 pounds more than Granny, and I'm 115 times meaner, and if you buck me off I will kill you."