I was to proud, as Grace told me. Grace was my Mother, a sweet and kind-hearted blood bay mare who often was ridden by little children who didn't know how to ride yet. But i didn't think of myself as a bad horse....Just a horse full of tricks. Of course, people are constantly trying to tame my wild spirit, for I am very good looking, young and strong. Today, he little one with the name Hayley had let me in the pasture to graze. I pranced along the fence line,tossing my mane and neighing.
The strong black gelding, Champion being his name, had been turned out in the pasture as well, and he galloped towards me. Champion snorted happily, halting in front of me and touching his nose lightly to mine.
