|Ypke isn't impressed with this story|
Ypke did fantastic! She has very big gaits and is quite the mover, so I felt a little bit off balance at first. I got into the swing of things and had just said "HEY! THIS ISN'T SO BAD!" when it happened.
Squeak, squeak, squeakity-squeak
I had just seconds to scream "The saddle... is... SLIPPIIIIIIING!" before falling off and landing like a deformed pretzel. You know, the kind of pretzel that when kids see they holler, "Whoa, come look at this weird pretzel," and contemplate whether they should eat or save it. Ypke immediately stopped and looked right down at me with her big brown eyes. I looked up and the saddle was practically underneath her big ol' belly.
I didn't even attempt to slow her down when I felt the saddle was slipping, I just sat there and went with it. It seemed more logical to scream that the saddle was slipping with dramatic pauses between the words than to actually do something about the matter.
The one time my mare actually had a good attitude about me cantering on her and I blew it. The struggle.