8 April 2012
There it stood before us. It's jet black mane and tail flowing in the breeze. It's nostrils flaring, it had that wild look in it's eye. It's muscular form stood - rigid. It pawed the ground with it's hoof twice and one of his back legs gave a little flick towards us as if to say ' back off ', indicating he was feeling uncomfortable. Then, suddenly he reared up and gave a tremendous whinny.
"What is this beautiful creature?" she asks.
"It is a horse." I reply.
' What is this beautiful creature? ' • Opuss № I