The Ginger Mare *Black Beauty*

The Barn

Orginally I wasn't fond of him, well if I have to be honest I strongly disliked him, he looked to be from a pure-bred background and was a proud fool,

When Beauty began trying to get my attention I instantly would kick him and bite him, I didn't want anything to do with him, I assumed he would be a prideful male trying to flirt with me and I wanted nothing to do with it.

Then some weeks went bye and my aggression was not working, I began to realise it was having a reverse effect and the more agitated I got the more he would try to beckon me to respond to him; so I quit all communication with him and he still kept up his silliness but I ignored and continued to eat grass alongside Maryleg.

Then one night Beauty came back and seemed gravely ill, he had a high temperature and the steam was flowing from his back, I felt myself becoming more and more concerned every hour that passed by, I barely gave him a chance to show me who he was, I was too stubborn to even try, is he going to be alright, will master John know what to do?

I felt helpless all me and Maryleg could do was watch with our heads stick outside of each wall of our barn sheds looking down upon Beauty and John using a funnel to get Beauty to eat and drink,

The next morning Beauty looked terrible, I ushered to him; asking if he was okay and all he could do was move his head along the straw ground,
Maryleg stayed calm he knew all we could do was wait and hope John and Joe knew what they were doing.

Hours later Joe walked in to find Beauty still lieing on the floor, he lay with him and ran his fingers down his face and hair talking to him gently, suddenly black beauty began to stood up like a bold of lightening had just sparked an element full of energy into him, I was so happy we all jumped for joy, Beauty walked over to me and thanked me for staying up with him all night, I answered him on course.

Since then me and Beauty were bonded, we did everything together with Maryleg, we ran through the fields and ran through the long wild grass and danced and jumped it was amazing, it was always a highlight when we were free ranging outside in the nature.

I may have been tough and strongminded but Beauty loved me for who I was, I felt validated and whole when I was with him, so when we were separated I found it hard to motivate myself; it took a long time but my memories kept me motivated.