RuthnMeg
Well-Known Member
A true story
My begining - by Meg. !
The two legged ones say I was born too early and looked like a dog, so you can say it
wasn't the best start any foal got. I was born on the 1st April 1996 and remember it being a sunny day. I trotted right by my mother Gem around that orchard paddock trying my best to dodge the trees and those black round things that I later learnt where for jumping over! My mother was a proud mare, she was proud of being Welsh and told me that I had to be proud too. My dad lived in the next door stable, he was bigger than my mum
and I soon learnt he was a racehorse. He told me he was well bred and could run very fast. Something I later learnt I could do too, it can be such good fun!
My early months went by very fast, I soon learnt that I didn't need to be so close to my mum. I was put into a big feild with some other mares that were there to keep dad happy, didn't quite know what they did to him, but he wasoften a happy daddy. The ones on two legs often came and took the other mares away, and some new ones joined the feild. The others often wore straps on their heads, it looked most bizzare. One bad day, I asked a silly question and the mare told me off with a kick. It hurt. I grew a lump on my chest and then the two legged ones came and put the straps on my head! Without mum I didn't know what to do. I just couldn't move. I soon found myself turning in circles, my feet were moving, but I was scared. When I had moved enough I soon found myself with my dad. He told me the two legged ones were giving me treatment! It hurt. I didn't like the water spitting snake, so I tried to kill it. I didn't like it when they touched my sore place, so I tried to escape. I soon learnt that I was very strong, they kept saying that I was typically Welsh. I was proud of being part Welsh, and now they were saying it like it was
an insult? Pah.
After that horror, peace resumed for a while. But soon, another much more horrible thing was going to happen. I was led into the stables, and then my lovely proud-to-have-it-mane was being pulled out! WHAT!!?? No way. I fought with all my might, I kicked out, I sat on the human, I even showed my teeth. I wanted to be proud, and they were taking
this away from me. I lost the battle, I got exhausted. More two leggeds came and held me down. I had a tight strap tied over my nose, I could hardly breathe. I didn't have a choice, but oh the pain.
I got put back out in the field after that, and no human wanted me. They said I was dangerous and should be left. I got bullied for having no mane. No one liked me, so I ran away over the fence. I was only 1 year old and didn't how big the fence was. It bit me, so I ran further. My leg hurt, it hurt til I could go no more. A big human found me. I didn't have the strength to run from him, so I was led back. My leg hurt lots. I didn't want anyone near it. So I turned wild and hated humans, They did this to me.
I soon was forgotten by humans and left in a feild with a big white mare called Shamrock. The flies made my leg sore, but Shamrock helped me stay strong. She told me about looking after your own feed bowl and don't touch hers. She taught me that her owner would come and see us, but I didn't have the nerve to do what Shamrock did. Being
touched wasn't for me, I was wild and affraid of humans. I learnt to look after the feild when she went away. I was proud of the feild.
After 2 years I was taken away, rounded up and put into a trailer. It was actually quite fun. I soon allowed a human to touch me, but my mane was mine - ok? I met up with my dad too. He teased me about being little, I promised him, I would make him proud one day, and I made a promise to myself to try and trust humans. My leg had mended, but
it didn't match the other, human was worried that I would never be ridden. I was going to prove them wrong.
One day, I was left all alone in my stable when a lorry came. I was being very good. I was taken away and soon arrived at a lovely place where there where smart horses all looking at me over their doors. It was a proud day. I had a new human to look after me, but I liked the other horses better! I was given yummy feed every day and had my own bedroom. I really prefered the fields, but all the other horses lived indoors, so I did too. I often got
bored and tried to kick the doors down, and kicking the walls made a good sound!
I was also copying the other horses, I wore tack and did as I was told. I was trying to do my dad proud. I didn't mind, actually having attention was quite good. My new human got on my back one day. I didn't mind. I trusted her to help me. We soon became a good team. We struck a deal, I would be good if she fed me first and put me into the
field first. I also then taught some other mares not to be scared of the dark out at night. I was being useful!! I soon learnt to jump - oh what fun. Trotting in circles was a bit boring though, I made it much more fun pretending to be scared of the tree or the jump blocks!!
To be continued...!!
My begining - by Meg. !
The two legged ones say I was born too early and looked like a dog, so you can say it
wasn't the best start any foal got. I was born on the 1st April 1996 and remember it being a sunny day. I trotted right by my mother Gem around that orchard paddock trying my best to dodge the trees and those black round things that I later learnt where for jumping over! My mother was a proud mare, she was proud of being Welsh and told me that I had to be proud too. My dad lived in the next door stable, he was bigger than my mum
and I soon learnt he was a racehorse. He told me he was well bred and could run very fast. Something I later learnt I could do too, it can be such good fun!
My early months went by very fast, I soon learnt that I didn't need to be so close to my mum. I was put into a big feild with some other mares that were there to keep dad happy, didn't quite know what they did to him, but he wasoften a happy daddy. The ones on two legs often came and took the other mares away, and some new ones joined the feild. The others often wore straps on their heads, it looked most bizzare. One bad day, I asked a silly question and the mare told me off with a kick. It hurt. I grew a lump on my chest and then the two legged ones came and put the straps on my head! Without mum I didn't know what to do. I just couldn't move. I soon found myself turning in circles, my feet were moving, but I was scared. When I had moved enough I soon found myself with my dad. He told me the two legged ones were giving me treatment! It hurt. I didn't like the water spitting snake, so I tried to kill it. I didn't like it when they touched my sore place, so I tried to escape. I soon learnt that I was very strong, they kept saying that I was typically Welsh. I was proud of being part Welsh, and now they were saying it like it was
an insult? Pah.
After that horror, peace resumed for a while. But soon, another much more horrible thing was going to happen. I was led into the stables, and then my lovely proud-to-have-it-mane was being pulled out! WHAT!!?? No way. I fought with all my might, I kicked out, I sat on the human, I even showed my teeth. I wanted to be proud, and they were taking
this away from me. I lost the battle, I got exhausted. More two leggeds came and held me down. I had a tight strap tied over my nose, I could hardly breathe. I didn't have a choice, but oh the pain.
I got put back out in the field after that, and no human wanted me. They said I was dangerous and should be left. I got bullied for having no mane. No one liked me, so I ran away over the fence. I was only 1 year old and didn't how big the fence was. It bit me, so I ran further. My leg hurt, it hurt til I could go no more. A big human found me. I didn't have the strength to run from him, so I was led back. My leg hurt lots. I didn't want anyone near it. So I turned wild and hated humans, They did this to me.
I soon was forgotten by humans and left in a feild with a big white mare called Shamrock. The flies made my leg sore, but Shamrock helped me stay strong. She told me about looking after your own feed bowl and don't touch hers. She taught me that her owner would come and see us, but I didn't have the nerve to do what Shamrock did. Being
touched wasn't for me, I was wild and affraid of humans. I learnt to look after the feild when she went away. I was proud of the feild.
After 2 years I was taken away, rounded up and put into a trailer. It was actually quite fun. I soon allowed a human to touch me, but my mane was mine - ok? I met up with my dad too. He teased me about being little, I promised him, I would make him proud one day, and I made a promise to myself to try and trust humans. My leg had mended, but
it didn't match the other, human was worried that I would never be ridden. I was going to prove them wrong.
One day, I was left all alone in my stable when a lorry came. I was being very good. I was taken away and soon arrived at a lovely place where there where smart horses all looking at me over their doors. It was a proud day. I had a new human to look after me, but I liked the other horses better! I was given yummy feed every day and had my own bedroom. I really prefered the fields, but all the other horses lived indoors, so I did too. I often got
bored and tried to kick the doors down, and kicking the walls made a good sound!
I was also copying the other horses, I wore tack and did as I was told. I was trying to do my dad proud. I didn't mind, actually having attention was quite good. My new human got on my back one day. I didn't mind. I trusted her to help me. We soon became a good team. We struck a deal, I would be good if she fed me first and put me into the
field first. I also then taught some other mares not to be scared of the dark out at night. I was being useful!! I soon learnt to jump - oh what fun. Trotting in circles was a bit boring though, I made it much more fun pretending to be scared of the tree or the jump blocks!!
To be continued...!!