Finding a Friend (From a horse's view)

"Easy with 'er, lads. She's a craze' one." I herd the raspy voice as I pawed at the hard wood dock, neighing furriouslly. Ropes were tied about my neck, tugging my head forward. I strained back, but the angry men were too strong. I was loaded into a large cart, not wilingly, of course. I tried my hardest to call for my mother, but the last time I saw her was days ago, in our calm peaceful meadow. We belonged to a nice farmer, Mr. Barnsley. He loved us more than anything, but one day, a strange man came into our stable, asking about each of us. He wore a tattered blue sweater, and muddy overalls. His cap was pulled down low, but when he came over to me, I could see his dark brown eyes, "Eh, what's this one?" He asked Barnsley. Our farmer rubbed his neck, "A new filly, born to Misty." He nodded towards my mother, stanting next to me. The man opened our stall and Mr. Barnsley told me and my mother to come out. The strange man shook his head, "Nah, not the mum. Just the wee one." After that, my mother started to cry. I asked her why, and she rubbed her head on mine, "You are being taken away, my dear. You will be gone for a long time, probably. You might not see me again." I didn't understand. But Mr. Barnsley did. Tears appeared in his eyes as he hugged me, "Be careful, Mac. She's a sweet one, yes Jewel." And that's how my name came to be. I've not seen my peacful home in days, and I missed it dearly. After the strange man took me, he sold me again, to a much more meaner owner. He didn't seem to care about me at all. I was small and weak, but he treated me like I was tall and strong, pushing me around this way and that. He didn't care to groom me, and kept me in an unkept stable, all by myself. I overheard him saying one day he was tired of me, and had brought me to a loading dock. And that's how I was here, trapped in this large crate. Outside I could see a large mass of water floating around, and I was on top of a large "boat", as the men called it. It carried my crate and me farther away from the dock. I snorted sadly. Where was I going? Could I just stay in one cozy, nice home forever, and not be sold again?