My assignment was to write a very short story based upon a picture. I chose a picture of two chestnut horses, a mother and a foal and came up with this. Enjoy!
In a lovely green pasture behind a
perfectly kept-up red barn on an immaculate racehorse farm lived a
little colt. For awhile, the little foal was content to remain beside
his mother, enjoying the grooming that he received daily from the
grooms, but slowly grew discontent, for though all would say he was
pure Thoroughbred, far back in his blood was the heart of an Arabian.
When he was nearly three-years-old, the young horse received his
first trophy in a race.
As he grew into a fine racehorse, he
was treated handsomely and given a pasture to himself. Yet, he did
not desire to be alone. Over time, he felt his wild desire to be free
grow within him until he could not hold it inside any longer. He was
tired of the constant training and racing. He was weary of the grain
to keep him energized.
Finally, he decided to flee from this
organized life into that of a wild stallion. During the night, he
nickered a goodbye to his mother and friends over the fence, and lit
out toward the far end of his pasture. As he neared the fence, he let
out a shrill neigh and lifted his front legs over it. He landed
solidly on the other side and shook his mane. He was free! Nothing
could stop him now!
He used his wild Arabian instincts and
his Thoroughbred speed to carry himself far from the farm where he
had been held prisoner his whole life and sped off into the crisp
cool night. For days he traveled, enjoying this newfound life. Those
instincts led him safely to water each day and eventually to the
company of a herd of lost horses. This little band of mares the
stallion took over and led them away from all civilization.
Though his master searched for him for
weeks, they never found his carefully picked trail that led him to
freedom. And it is free that he lives even today, with no fences to
contain him; no grain to fatten him; no training on a track to work
his steely muscles. His fence was the horizon; his grain the sweet
grass; his training on the rugged countryside with his herd of mares.
It was here that he was content.
Reminder: My writing challenge due date is TOMORROW! Shortly thereafter I will post the winners!
I like it, Bethany! :-) I'm looking forward to reading all the entries. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Faith! I enjoyed writing it and I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
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