“I’ll” talk to your folks. The next day, Kwasi and Jarod took Spirit into the training arena. Kwasi held the line and gave the commands while Jarod guided the horse according to Kwasi’s directions. Finally, Jarod stepped away from Spirit, and Kwasi took control. Spirit trotted smoothly. All of a sudden, a puff of wind blew a plastic bag into the arena. It landed on Spirit’s path. He was ready to run away, Kwasi’s heart thumped hard in his chest. He wasn’t sure what to do, but he kept a firm grip on the line. Kwasi tried not to show his nervousness. Jarod walked toward Spirit and stroked his neck. Then he shook Kwasi’s hand. “I think you’re ready.” Jarod announced.