- THIEF OF ARIÉS -
"What's he doing?" Simon whispered to Iris, while watching the red stallion standing still as a statue before the judges. This was the boy's first time abroad and Iris felt honoured to debut their Bloodbuzz offspring in France. Berthez eyed the judges curiously, ears pricked forward and slowly approached the fence. Approached the plants. Approached disaster. Before anyone of them could blink, Berthez reached down and took a huge bite of one of the plants in the arena. An audible gasp broke free in the crowd.
"Did.He.Just..." Simon trailed off.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Jesus christ, nooo!" Iris cried back at him, covering her flushed face with her hands.
Berthez bolted from the judges, plant hanging like some victorious flag from his mouth. Mayhem broke out in the arena. They tried capturing the proud horse without success. He just dribbled people off and began galopping faster than before. He wasn't scared, he wasn't even a little bit stressed out. He was just having the time of his life; causing absolute anarchy in France. People on the outside of the fence got engaged and tried capturing Berthez aswell, but alas. Handlers round their horses up, the speaker plotted his capture, and Iris was almost expecting the French Special Forces to intervene to stop this madness. In the end, after have been running victory lap after victory lap, humiliating anyone trying to catch him, Berthez slowed down to a trot. Out of breath with nostrils flaring, he approached Iris to let her fasten the lead rope.
"I mean if this doesn't disqualify you..." Simon mused, ducking from Iris blow just in time, while the three of them walked out of the arena with supportive applauses behind them.
This time I just wanted to try out something new. Before T-shows were cancelled at EC I always wanted to try out a "fail" picture, but couldn't waste points for disqualifying myself on purpose. So I really enjoyed making this picture, because it's not just always horses doing whatever you want them to do, or looking perfect all the time, or standing correctly when they're supposed to. Sometimes, imperfect things get in the way.