Rocco
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Show Name: Visions of Grandeur
Name: Rocco
Gender: Stallion
Color: Sooty Red Dun Tobiano
Height: 14.3 hh
Parents: Elysia and Dawn
Age: 2 years
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Mate: Open to mate offers
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Permission Quote:
Story: Things had changed quite a bit since my son, Rocco was born. From needing to set better examples for him instead of breaking out of my stall to having to teach him the Christmas holiday traditions. Down in the foothills at the base of the Sierra Nevada mountain range, snow is something that we rarely experience. On a rare occasion, we experience hail and up to two inches of snow once in a great blue moon. As I peeked out of my stall with Rocco standing beside me, the cold, crisp winter air rushed in and filled up my lungs. I looked down and smiled at Rocco as curiosity filled his eyes. He looked up at me and said "Mama, what are our traditions? Everyone has them and I think I am old enough to know and help." He puffed up his chest and looked all serious. I smiled and laughed. Then I said with a smile on my face, "Rocco, some of the traditions you're too young for, like pulling the sleighs. But I do think there is one tradition you would be excellent for." His eyes grew double in size with excitement and a massive smile spilled across his face. He said "Really Mama? What is it? You have to tell me now!" I looked out the window and said "Alright alright. I guess I will tell you since your curiosity is eating you alive. When the foals and colts are too weak and young to pull the sleighs for our annual sleigh rides, we have them pull small sleds alongside where the ranch dogs can ride alongside and enjoy the winter festivities. This year, I volunteered you to pull one of the favorite ranch dogs, Charlie. Charlie is one of the sweetest dogs on this ranch and is quite patient. He will be a great fit for you." Rocco looked slightly disappointed with his task. "What's the matter Rocco? I thought you'd be excited to be participating in our sleigh and sled rides. Once you grow bigger and are older, you can pull the sleighs alongside me." His face looked perplexed and deep in thought. He walked out of our stall and I let him go by himself. I watched him from my stall and saw him go up to Charlie. The two began to play in the cool fog. Soon, the two came back to me, breathing hard from all of their running and playing. Rocco said "Mama, you will not believe what Charlie told me. We get to be at the front of the dog sleds. I can't wait to be the leader. It is going be so cool. Charlie and I get to wear matching stuff and look super cool. I am so excited!" A smile broke out across his face and Charlie looked at me with eagerness and happiness. I looked down at them both and said "Well I am glad that you are participating rather than being a grumpy old Scrooge. More than anything, the holidays are meant to bring everyone together and celebrate our friendships."
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Story: "Come on kid! We gotta go! Hurry up or else we will miss out on all the fun!" I yelled at Rocco. Rocco's tiny legs sped up to try to keep up with my gallop. I laughed and sped up as I heard Rocco's hooves getting closer and closer to me. The ground rumbled underneath us as we ran faster down to the river banks. "Now kid, what we are doing today is pranking some people. The main key to success is being sly and stealthy. You must act cool and calm. Like nothing is going on. Got it?" Rocco looked at me with focused eyes as he listened closely to my instructions. I smirked and laughed. "Kid you have no idea what we are getting into today. First off, we are going to splash in some pasture mud puddles and then we will see if you can keep up from there. You think you can?" Rocco nodded his head and I motioned for him to follow me into the calm waters of the river. I fully submerged my full body and head into the cold water as my bones shook in reaction to the frigid temperatures. I held my breath underneath the water's surface for a few seconds then shot up through the water and breathed the freezing air in deeply. I stared at Rocco as he looked at me with eyes as big as saucers. He said shakily "Is it my turn now?" I smirked and nodded, saying "It will make the mud splashing more fun being soaking wet." He took a large gulp and swallowed his pride. Slowly he began to dunk his body, neck, then his small colt head. Quickly, he surfaced for air. Shivers ran down my spine as I climbed out of the icy waters. "Now kid, whatever you do, do not shake off your coat. Keep the water on it so we can cause some trouble in the mud puddles." I looked down at him and said. He shivered and lightly his body shook from the icy waters and cold breeze. We walked slowly back to the nearby pasture, which happened to have plenty of mud puddles. The bordering fence was the only thing stopping us from throwing and slinging goopy and slimy mud all over innocent bystanders. Now you see, yesterday was bath day and everyone was toting a freshly cleaned coat. So the more damage we could do today, the better. I leaped over the fence and Rocco soon followed my lead by crawling under the fence. We looked at each other in unison as we ran towards the closest group of spiffy clean tolters that were conveniently standing close to a rather large mud puddle. I sped up and stomped as hard as I could in the mud then looped around them. Rocco followed suit and looped around them after jumping full force into the mud puddle. Clumps of mud flew everywhere, all over the freshly cleaned coats of the other tolters. I smiled and Rocco laughed as we continuously looped around them, causing mayhem and frustration. Then, I ran off to splash mud onto my friends while Rocco ran off to splash mud onto his mother, Elysia. After we ran through every mud puddle in sight and our coats were caked in mud, we ran off to the far off oak trees to catch our breath and relax for a bit. "I think that's enough mischief for one day." I said and looked over at Rocco. He nodded and smiled.
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