The Horse In The Barn
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MatureComplete Tue, Mar 15, 2016<5 mins
Hi I'm a four year old mare chestnut with a white blaze. My name is Legend but I'm not much of one. Most of the time I just sit in my stall and eat hay. I live on a horse farm, Song Ranch. Some times my owner Lilly let's me out to graze but not much. One time Lilly let me out in the field and it just happens to be a night when a horse thief is sneaking through my field. I saw him from a distance sneaking through the short grass and came to him curious of who would be out this late at night. He grabbed my halter leading me closely to the gate shoving a bit in my mouth as fast as he could! He jumped on me slipping a bit. I thought to my self. why would someone want to go for a ride at this time of night? And why on me?! He kicked me up to a walk trying to get me to trot but their was no way I was gonna trot! I may be a quarter horse but I'm not gonna trot for this crazy man! He proceeded to kick me as if I was some kind of dog! After he still had been kicking me for two minutes I was in
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