He put his daughter on my back, and led me to his house, only about 10 minutes from the forrest.
His house was nice, it had a lovely field, and there was another horse there! I looked closer at the horse, and saw that it was Webster! Webster was my friend in the army, and at the competition yard! He'd never looked this good, with his thick bay coat shining brightly, and his long mane tangle free. The fathers wife came out, with a one year old boy, and started brushing me, she was very nice, and it wasn't long before I looked as good as Webster. Every day, I would get a morning feed, a groom, and then the little girl would sit on me, the little boy on Webster, and we'd get led around, and then they'd groom us, and then we'd get a night time feed. It was a very good life, one that I enjoyed.
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A Horse's Story
RandomCompleted. I shied as he came into the stable with the whip that would be sure to scar me after the beating. Stand proud, no matter what life throws at you. Memories last...
