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Quarter Horses: Definitely jocks. Strutting around flexing those muscles,
showing off their butts.... Not real bright. But get passed on since they
are
responsible for all the trophies in the glass cases.
Thoroughbreds: Preppies. They are athletes, never 'jocks'. Monogrammed
blankets, leather halters, Nike eventer shoes, the latest custom trailer and
tack.
Connemaras: Gorgeous chicks with sultry eyelashes, sexy curves,
devil-may-care attitudes. NOT into studying or anything to do with geometry.
Great fun to be around, delightful senses of humour, and the world's best
pranksters. Can usually be found in the nearest pub, entertaining the
masses. Fast and easy.
Appaloosas: Could only be the stoners. They like to drop acid so they can
watch their spots move.
Arabians: RAH! RAH! SIS BOOM BAH! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TEAM!! (need I say
more?)
Shetland Ponies: Frightening, spiky hairdos, snotty attitude and any color
of the rainbow....gotta be PUNKS. Some even sport tattoos.
Friesians: Big, buff, and always in black, they are the biker clique. Cigs
hanging out of the corner of their mouths, dangerous glint in the eyes,
daring anyone to cross their path.
Morgans: They're the nerdy teacher's pets, running around doing everything
from yearbook to decorating the gym and ratting out the bikers, stoners and
jocks. They have perpetual wedgies.
Drafts (all breeds): No real clique, they're just the big guys who sit in
the back of the room and fart a lot (and then laugh). Who's going to STOP
them?
Icelandics and Paso Finos: They're the little squirrely geeks who flit
around a dance trying to fit in and fail miserably. The kind who wear
Toughskins jeans from Sears (or would that be ripoff WeathaBeetas??).
Ahkle Tekl (Akle Takl? Ackle Tackle....!! Akhal Teke!!): Foreign exchange
student(s). And no one can spell their names either.
Hackney Ponies: A breed this manic would have to be a band geek. Marching
along with their knees and heads held high.....even going to the bathroom.
Warmbloods: The school staff and faculty. Looking down their noses with
righteous indignation and disgust. Secretly wishing they were having half as
much fun!
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