Nine

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  • Dedicated to 'Dozer, for his beauty
                                    

  Nine  

Stella carefully walked through the pasture, careful not to make eye contact with any of the other horses. She realized how soft and green the grass was. It was also not as overgrown as in the wild. It seemed to have been cut short. All of the other horses also seemed to be well groomed, clean, and happy.

How can they enjoy this life, Stella thought, If they could live wild and free?

Then it dawned on her. These horses had never felt the freedom of it. They could never understand what it was like to be truly happy. They had all been happily born into this.

"It must be so horrible", she said to herself.

"Actually, it's not that bad". Stella jumped at the new voice. She turned to see an old flea-bitten mare behind her. "We are well fed all of the time, we are groomed every day,our water is fresh and clear, and we are treated like royalty." Stella did not like the fact that it was a closed - in space, but she was okay with a good meal and fresh water every day.

"What is grooming?"

"It is when the humans brush you and clean you", the mare answered. Stella once again shivered. She could not stand to be touched by one of those creatures ever again.

"So where do you come from, little one?"

Stella considered the question for a moment, then answered,"The wild. My home." 

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