Sky's Story
I was but a foal. I came into the world, bright and gay. My first look at my mother and I was horrified. Were horses meant to look like skeletons with skin. We were taken to the pasture, where there was seven other horses. The grass was scarce, as was the water. The horses all looked like my mother, muddy skeletons with different coloured fur. I went to see one of the other foals, but he just nipped me and tried to kick my little twisted fetlock, the part just above the hoof.
My mother was often bad tempered and short of milk, so I was starving most of the time. My worst fear was my owner. All the horses were scared of her, and if she came to the paddock we would run down the other end of the paddock, but she would always catch us. When she caught us she
My mother was often bad tempered and short of milk, so I was starving most of the time. My worst fear was my owner. All the horses were scared of her, and if she came to the paddock we would run down the other end of the paddock, but she would always catch us. When she caught us she