"Good morning Cas!", a cheerful voice broke the silence. When Margaret approached the stall of her horse, she found out that the mighty black stallion was peacefully sleeping in his wood shavings. "Oi, wake up sleeping beauty! We have a busy day today, remember?" She put down the tack, took the halter and opened the stall's door. At last, Casanova stood up and immediately checked the pockets of his rider.
A few minutes later the two earlybirds were in one of the grooming stalls. Margaret was polishing the gorgeous black coat and singing a song, from time to time interrupting herself to tell something to Cas. She quickly plaited his mane into neat buttons and started to saddle up. Being an experienced horse, Casanova understood that it was a show day. He liked attention, liked being watched and praised. But most of all he liked flying over the obstacles and chasing the wind at the course.
As Margaret headed for the dressage arena instead of the cross country field, the stallion got slightly disappointed. It didn't pass out of the woman's sight. "Don't worry boy, tomorrow you will feel right at home", she said and gave him a sugar cube. Margaret knew that dressage was a bit complicated for her partner - it was difficult for the horse to collect himself and stay concentrated when he wanted to canter at the full speed or just fool around.
At that day nothing could go wrong. Casanova showed his best paces at the warmup. Together with Margaret he caught the eye of everyone who passed the arena: a huge black Hanoverian and a fragile girl gracefully trotting on the diagonal or performing a breathtaking extended canter followed by a powerful pirouette. Finally the pair was called to the show grounds. "You can do this Cas, I believe in you. Set them all on fire.", Margaret whispered the last encouragement. Then the bell rang. The rider gave her horse a pat and, smiling, began the test.