All of the sudden, a puff of wind blew a plastic bag into the arena. It landed in Spirit’s path. He stopped, snorted, and laid his ears back. Starting to shy, he leaped sideways, raised his head, and dropped his back. He reared and then came down. 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.