the first beat was amazing i was confused was it an illusion nope as i was trying to walk in the fields of big long green grass my mother talked darling Starla darling are you ok I'm fine my life is tremendous
a man walked up to me with some white liquid apparently called milk it was a delicious liquid
about three months later i was 12 my mother was no longer parenting me i was being ridden like crazy i was called Starla the champ i won 233 medals and 44 trophies until something called a cowboy had spurs in the back of his boot and started kicking me constantly it hurt
i am now 44 human years old and i am just a sick horse a ugly medic came up and said I'm sorry but your horse has cancer meg my owner was having eyes shower down with tears my muzzle muzzeld her arm and i took my last breath and shut my eyes i believe thats the end of my life
the end
