Diablo

My new ( not so nice ) owner

The day after the buyer had come to look at me, he came back, I was horrified, I had thought that he wouldn't come back for at least a week. Obviously I was wrong. He came right up to me and looked me in the eye as if to tell me that he was boss, he frightened me. Eventually after he gave my owner some rectangular bits of paper ( you humans call it money or cash ) he dropped an ill fitting saddle on me and then yanked a horribly cold hard bit in my mouth and shoved my bridle on, the girth of my saddle rubbed like crazy. I knew instantly that he was a horrible, cruel person. But I did what my mother had told me, I stood there as calmly as you can when you're mouth feels like it's being ripped open, I wanted to die, there and then.

Then came the real pain. He dragged me to a stone block and made me stand next to it, absolutely still as he leapt on to me, he landed on me like a 100 pound weight, I knew then that I would not be leading an easy life, especially if he kept me.

After what seemed like forever we arrived at his yard. It was a horses nightmare, the floor was littered with spurs, glinting in the afternoon light. In fact, the man that was riding me wore spurs. He was a short, fat man in a dressage jacket and top hat, probably to hide his bald head, his features were stern, almost evil. He horrified me. So, back to the yard or as I liked ( and still like ) to call it, place of horror. All the stables were tiny, only just big enough for a horse to stand in. Some horses heads poked out of some of the stables, but not many, the horses that poked their heads out looked terrible. Like they had once looked amazing but after months ( even years ) of abuse, were pretty disgusting. I knew then that soon enough I would end up like them.