by Eva
(Canada)
I was born in a cozy stable. Running beside my mother, Duchess was the first memory I ever recollected from my days as a foal. As day passed to day I grew older and stronger. I was a coal black Arabian horse with a white star on my forehead.
When I was two years old some men took me away from my mother. It was very strange. They put a odd thing on my back that they called a "saddle." Over my head they forced a bridle and into my mouth they placed a cold metal thing called a "bit."
As I turned three I was finally used to the saddle, bit, and bridle. I could carry a man on my back and I was proud of myself and my progress.
Then one day I saw my owner talking with another man. He looked brutal and mean and I instantly distrusted him. Then he came over to me and looked me over. I realized I was trembling violently. "I'll take him," he said.
"No," I screamed silently inside my head. But it was no use. I had a new master.
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by Eva
(Canada)
Since you guys asked for it I'm giving it to you.
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I screamed and fought the man as he tried to force me into his trailer. It was smelly and dirty and I didn't want to go in.
He hit me over the head with a thick club and then everything went black. When I regained consciousness, I was in a stall. It was small and cramped and smelled terrible.
Then my new "master" came in. Grinning brutally he yelled at me and I paced my stall in fear and anger. When he FINALLY left me, I was worn out, scared, and angry all at the same time.
What had I done to deserve this? Here I was in the prime of life, a beautiful Arabian, brought up gently and kindly by a good master. I couldn't understand it.
Later that same day, he came to me again. This time he held a long snake-like whip in his hand and rope.
What would he do to me?????
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by Eva
(Canada)
This next part is pretty good. Oh Sydney, I can't see the comments people put on my stories.
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As it turned out, he wanted to train me on the lunge line. I didn't want to go, but he made me.
For about an hour, I worked on the lunge. Whenever I slowed my pace even slightly, he would whip me. I was scared of him and his whip so I kept going. Two hours later, we finally stopped.
He locked me up in my tumbled-down stall and left me without food or water. My mind started turning over plans for escape.
When I woke up in the morning he quickly threw down some moldy hay and tepid water. I was so hungry, I gobbled it right down. Then he took me out of the stall and left for a minute to go get my saddle.
This was my chance! I galloped to the door and ran out. Even though I was weak from hunger, I managed to pull together enough strength to run.
Then he saw me. Yelling and waving his arms he started chasing me. I wasn't afraid thought. I could easily outrun him.
He pulled something out of his pocket. I turned around slightly and saw it was a gun. He raised his arm and took aim!
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