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-Intro-
You are walking into a riding school of gymnastic on horse back to watch them perform a show. You are at the back at the stable looking to perches a horse. A beautiful horse caches your eye you stop and see that it is behind bar unlike the rest you offer it your hand to pat him and he turn opening him mouth to bit you. This does not scare you as you move your hand out of the way of the teeth; look into the eyes of the horse you see it's got spirit. This horse stands out from the rest and you want him. A lady working there comes up to you and says "watch him he's a biter". The horses turns to kick the door as he does you notice scares on his side. You turn to the lady and ask if you can buy but she tells you "that horse is not for sale and never will be". You also ask out of curiosity "how did he get the scares" the lady says "the owner how used to own him had beaten him from a young age so all he had was the hate for humans". After the magical show you are alone with the horse gazing into its glazed eyes as it turns and rears at you with all the spirit it had lost and tells you "welcome and if you do not mine stop staring at me". He tells you this in a magical way by using his mined so no one can here. The owner walks in and says "you like him, for he is not an easy horse if you do not get on. You can stay and watch me ride him, for he moves like an angle from heaven." The horse says "me and my owner will tell you my story of what has happened to me." You stand a side to let her in holding a saddle and a bridle. She opened the door and the horse moves back with ease to your surprise. She takes him up with no white sharp teeth at her and leads him out to the school, on the way we pass the lady who I meet earlier and she says "you still here. You will enjoy watch them two for they go together so well." While the owner hopes on you sit down on the set in the school. She turns and says my name is "the_dream_of_horse and my horse is called dancer until changed." The horse says "well I will tell you my story but does not mean I like you."
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-Story-
When I was a young colt I was breed to be a race horse or a show jumper. I was born with a light brown soft fur coat shining in the sun, with a white patch on my head, black mane and white socks to go. Also a nose of black and ears too. From an early age me and other foals were taken away from our mothers and put in a field to grow up together. My mother told me to do what I was asked and to respect my owners. I made lots of friend but found all they want to do is race and be the fastest of all horses, at times there would be fights and not all would go well for the horse that got the worst. As we grow older I found that I prefer to prance and display a dance than play and race with the others, for this they all made fun. I grow to develop a darker coat with a bigger white patch on my face also my legs got darker from the light brown white they were before. As we grew more went away for training or to be sold to a buyer as I was told by others in the field. One day during the sunny evening my master came down with a lather thing to go around the head attached to a rope. He came down and patted me and placed this contraption on my head. Taking me away from the field I did not want to leave so I pulled and stopped and jumped but all was to no use, I was gone. I was now to be trained for the job I was breed to do. I was taken to a barn and put in a stable where I could lean over the door to see what was going on. I missed the field because the stable was not wide open so I could not move freely around. I longed to dance agen waiting to be taken out to have the joys of jumping, kicking and run freely as I can. It was time for training to begin my owner came to get me putting the contraption on my head which I found was called a head collar. Attached to this was a thin long rope. He led me out into a paddock where I leaped into dance the minute I saw an open space. During this my master was not happy with me for what I did, as he tugged me in. He made me walk in circles so it was hard for me to stop and dance. Using a long pointed stick like creature to move me on. When attached by it, it left a sting where it had hit. Soon after my trainer asked me for trot, in doing so I leapt into it was a jump, swinging my head up and down letting my legs jump of the ground. My master was not impressing so he hit me every time I did my dance, but as the joy I had, I kept on dancing ignoring the pain from where I was hit. I was moved on to canter and that made my trainer angry. I let out a buck, I reared, I jumped and done the dance of all my time but my master did not like my display so hit me until I stopped. After that they kept on traning me but I did not stop dancing. Soon after running in circles they brought a metal object to my door opening it and take my head collar and tied it on. I looked at this shine piece and wondered what it was for, then I seen that they had attached it to where my mouth goes. I panicked and let out a loud wine. They grabbed me and put the head collar on pushing there fingers in my mouth to get it to open. I did not like this, eventually I opened all I could taste was the bitter cold metal in my mouth they left me with this on. The first thing I did was eat to get rid of the taste but it was funny irritating my tongue. I could not eat with this thing on. Later that day I had more training but with this metal in my mouth. Then they introduced a big leather seat thing to go on my back. They managed to sit it on me and walked me around to get used to the weight it was heavy I felt that I could not move with it on. After that they brought down a strap that went round my stomach, it tugged me making me hold my breath, I did not like the tightness of it so I tried to bit them when doing it up. I soon got used to it but it restricted me from moving quit a lot. I became to know these objects as saddle and bit, and then the bit moved on to something called a bridle. I heard my master saying soon I will have a rider but with these object I tried my best to dance. Not much hope for a rider to stay on. A few weeks had past and a rider was brought in I was worried what would happen if I dance, but they got me ready and hold me still as a person got on my back at first I got a fright and moved a little. I soon got used to a person on my back, then they moved on to trot, they warned the person of my habit but she was willing to go on. I jumped and lost my rider off my back. My master kept on trying but soon after I began to lose riders of my back and was deemed unrideabal. The riders could not stay on with the motion of my dance. Until one rider who came, she had a mean look to her face. She hoped on me and grabbed the rains tight pulling on my mouth. She was told if I miss behave I was to be hit with a short stick. I want to dance so badly but the pain in my mouth was soar. The minute I tried to dance I was hit with this stick, it soon became that every step I take a smack behind my saddle came. The rider held my teeth and hit my sides until I would go right. I soon learned not to dance but to do whatever I can to get my rider off my back no matter what the cues. This made me angry I reared and bucked until she came off. Eventually she slipped and the rains came over my head I bit them and broke them. Soon she fell off when I jumped in the air and bucked. I turned to bite what human I could because they drove me to it. Then there they decided that I was unrideabal and wild. After that it taken three people to handle me and still they found it hard. They moved me out of the stables and into a field across from the paddock. Only to be given water and food. I was let lose outside to be wild. Most people passed it by and only the brave and the strong were let in to put my feed in. A lot of people looked at me but where turned away because of the hate that I had built up I would bit any thing that came near me. I stayed motionless for a long time after that day and became so wild that nothing would dare cross my path Then 1 year after, I was sold for the mere price of £70 to a young gymnastic horse rider. The thought of traning and pain made me want to stay put I stomped my feet and rear to let them now I was not ready to go. It took me 3 weeks to settle in and still I had to be retrained the owner warned the new person that I am not the easy horse to get on with still she wanted me. Nothing would put her off I other horses looked friendly and all happy but if they only new the hard hate that changed me. When first put in the stable all I could do was bit and kick the doors, till they had to put bars across my stable to stop me biting others. Training began but it was not as bad as the first time. For a while I would stand there and not move until gradually I began to find the spirit that made my dance. It was great to dance agent and not to be punished at all, this stable encouraged me to dance. When ridden my rider moved with me and did not fall off at all the little jumps I did. To me this was my home. Thought still weary of human except my owner how kept me happy. I soon got trained to be a gymnastics horse to do stunts with my owner, my spirit was back. The scare I got are still with me and humans still scare me but at least I can dance. From that point I had a home for life and the people there did not mind me biting or dancing that's there way of helping me get over the pain.
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-Family-
Hi I am Marianne and I have been riding properly for 2 years now. I used to do it when I was 4 on holidays till I wanted to take it up as a hobby. I am age 16 my birthday is 12/25 and I am from the UK. I used to ride at a place called Houston (they have a web page) but now I am at the grange riding school (photos of suki on Suki_the_fell's petpage). My favoured horse is called blue and he has one eye blue and the other brown, he is a little character and that's what I like about him even though he can be a pain. Well thing people ask me is do you own a horse and how many times have you felled off, well no and 5. No injuries though. Other than horse riding I enjoy drawing, writing stories, taking photos and animals. I also tend to day dream a lot, mainly about owning blue. I also have an active imagination and like movies such as lord of the rings etc. (Please do not neomail me because I can't neomail back) If wanting to talk to me write to this address marianne_mpb@hotmail.com < |
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-Friends-
Here is the donkey that I have just met at my new home. His name is spite, he is so friendly and understands the past I have had and why I hate people. When I am tuned out I am usually put with him and he helps me get to now the place better. I still have not met many other horses, they are scared of me and do not understand. In time i will get to know them.
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