It was still dark, but I won't sleep, I can't sleep, it's about 4, probably, I could smell the blood on the side of my face from the tree bark. I don't know why I can't sleep, it's a normal night for me, maybe it's the rain, maybe it's the smell of the skunks. Maybe it's that he tightened the rope more than usual. All I know is that I can't sleep. Piece of jagged park from the pine tree is digging on the corner of my mouth, more than anything I would dip my nose in the cool pond water, have the taste of cool crisp liquid relieve the stinging of my mouth as it runs down my throat. But not at night. Nope. I stay here, tied to this old pine tree, constantly pulling my hooves out from the mud as they sink further and further down. Do I sleep in a stall? Nope. Do I sleep in the pasture? Nope. I just stay here, with my head clung to this tree with rope. When he is angry, he ties the rope tighter so the movement of my head is minimal, at this time it would appriciate a nylon halter, it doesent scratch as much as bailing twine.
This is just a regular night for me.
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