Come on little one!

I looked over the herd of Teddies that were currently happily grazing in the long grass of the mountain. One particular gelding had caught my eye when I'd ridden past earlier, and i was scanning the entire herd hoping to spot him again. In my hand the colourful ribbon jingled gently, and I closed my fingers around it to stop the noise from spooking any of the ponies as I quietly walked closer. I'd braided the ribbon ahead of time, threading the colourful strands through the bells, ready to hopefully be attached to the mane of the little chestnut I'd seen. The golden bells seemed to catch the light, a beautifull contrast against the blue and turquoise of the ribbons. I scanned the herd again, beginning to grow concerned. Ah ha! There he was. Right at the edge of the herd, his ears flicking back and forth as he listened to things I couldn't even hope to hear. His long fur blew gently in the breeze and he nickered softly at a nearby mare, who studiously ignored him. He returned to the grass he was eating, with a sulky expression on his face. 
I knew I had to take my time, as rushing would just result in the entire herd taking off and running to god knows where. I walked as gently as I could, the breeze barely keeping the heat of the sun away from my skin, the long grass tickling my arms as I walked. As soon as I got within ten feet of the little chestnut gelding, his head shot up. I had ducked down into the tall grass and I watched as he sniffed the air, his ears perked and alert, ready to run. I stayed as still as possible, barely daring to breathe. After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to decide that it was safe, and returned to the grass. I let out the breath that I'd been holding and waited for a moment before carrying on. I managed to take a few crouched steps before his head flew up again and he let out an uncertain nicker. We repeated this halting dance another few times before I was within arms reach. I had hoped that the wind would blow his long mane close enough to me that i could attach the ribbon without having to get close enough to grab him, but I had no such luck today. Holding the ribbon firmly in my hand to make sure the bells didn't make a sound, I placed the clip at my fingertips. I'd asked around and found that the best chance of success seemed to come from attaching the ribbon to a strong clip, and managing to clip it to the base of the mane. I knew that I was only going to get one chance at this. I held my breath as the gelding took a lazy step towards me. Nearly. If i could be patient just a little longer, there was a chance he'd come right up to me without even knowing it. I could hear the noise of his mouth tearing the grass as he ate. Another step. This was my one shot. I leapt out of the grass, aiming straight at his mane as he wheeled about in surprise and shock. I clipped the ribbon to what I hoped was the base of his mane, and then he was gone - galloping away with the rest of the herd. I'd find out in a week if the ribbon had stayed on, but for now I was cheered by the sound of the jingling bells as the little Chestnut ran as fast as he could. I smiled as I headed back to the road, I'd done everything that i could for now. And if I failed, I'd just try again!