Winning Prompt

Write about his favourite memory of being in your stables.

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Cuckoo’s favourite memory is a simple one - his first trip out as a hunter.
He had heard his human using the term many times - “He’ll make a good hunter”, “Look at those long legs, he’s a hunter for sure!” - and it made his nervous. What did that mean? What was a hunter? Was he going to kill something? He didn’t want to do that, not ever, so why were the humans speaking like this?
But, soon enough, the day came, and he was tacked up and lead out of the barn. His human could sense his nerves, giving him constant pats and scratches, but nothing settled him. As they neared their destination, Cuckoo found himself growing more and more nervous. Horse after horse milled around, and, much to his dismay, several large hounds whined and strained at the ends of leashes. The horses, the stallion could sense, buzzed with excitement, some prancing in place, others, tugging at reins.
To his left, causing the stallion to spook some, a phone rang, the man answering with a strong hello. Mounting his own horse, the man called out to all of the other riders.
“The scent has been set! Let the hounds go!”
With loud barks and yowls, the dogs charged ahead, and, with whoops and hollers, the riders urged their horses on. Heels nudged at his own sides and he moved on, taking a nervous trot as others galloped past.
“Come on, boy.” His owner urged, and with one ear pinned to her, he allowed himself to be pushed to a gallop. Worries melted into enjoyment as around twenty horses melted into one form, each one moving in synchronization with the other. Before long, jumps and obstacles began to appear before them, but, as though they were merely nothing, each horse slipped over with ease. The run lasted no longer than thirty minutes, but by the end, horses and owners alike were sweating, the thrill of the chase filling their veins. As they slowed, the hounds focused themselves upon a man, holding a bag high over his head to keep it from them. Curious, Cuckoo drew in a breath, wrinkling his nostrils at the sharp scent emanating from the bag. Huh, that must be what the dogs were following... So nothing was hurt? Raising his head sharply, realizing that nothing would be harmed from these outings, the stallion found his heart bounding with excitement. This was what his human had talked about?! This was the best!