by Casey D.

Created on: September 05, 2009   Last Updated: September 07, 2009

Run of the Wild Horse

I was a black stallion, I loved to run. Running was my passion, I could run faster then my father, mother and sisters could. Running made me feel free, it made me feel like I was the strongest being in the world. I am beauty, a black stallion from the West.

Until the day something terrible happened. Those two legged creatures called humans captured me, took me away from my herd, my family. They put me in some kind of pen where I could run, I could hardly move, there were so many other horses around me. I was beginning to lose it. My neighs went unanswered from the two leggeds.

There were two legged creatures there everyday, looking at us, examining us. For what exactly, where they going to kill? One day, there was a special two legged, she wasn't like the rest, she was smaller, I would guess maybe ten years old in human age and she was kinder. She looked at me with loving blue eyes. She took me home.

She lived on a big farm out in the middle of the country, it wasn't that similar to home but at least I could run. I could run a lot in the big open field they put me in. They started breaking me, which wasn't easy, I wasn't going to be broken that easily, I wanted to challenge them to see which creature was the strongest. They later came out on top as I found out that, I liked being ridden by a human, I liked to feel useful and loved.

My owner the girl was named, Sarah Beth, she was a very nice girl. She treated me with move and care and named be Beauty, which was actually my name. She understood me more then any other human could. She was my best friend and I was hers. And she loved to run.

I grew up with Sarah Beth, I watched her turn from the little girl to a teenager. A teenager who would spend her days riding me, then we would be together by a river and she would do this thing called studying. Are days together grew, proving that horses and humans could understand each other.

I watched her get married and have a daughter of her own. A little girl who looked just like here. By then, I was 23 years old and reaching my prime but I still loved to run. Sarah Beth's daughter grew a little bigger and she bagan riding me, I was always gentle with this fragile little being. Sarah Beth would come out and brush my mane every day, like she knew I loved it.

One year, after Sarah Beth had another daughter, I became ill. Sarah Beth and her oldest daughter, Hannah, would come sit by me every day, just whispering words into my ear which comforted me greatly, they told that everything would be alright, though I knew it wouldn't I knew that my time on earth was up.

I lived to be 32 years old. My last sight on earth was my best friend, Sarah Beth.

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