THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A HORSE

 

Hello friends ! My name is Tori , and i am a horse .As i am getting old, i m thinking to write my autobiography to live life again 

Now that i am getting old and stiff in the joints, i like to mediate while grazing in this pasture,on my foal days. I think that was the happiest part of my life. I had no work to do, and could not run about after my mother, who was a fine white Arab mare, without any restraint  . Most of my time was spent in the fields, where i nibbled the tender grass and capered about,while my mother was steadily grazing

But that could not last forever.when i was old enough,the trainer came and , to my great indignation ,fastened a long rope to my head and then began me drive round and round in circles with his long whip. I was frightened and angry,but he went on till i was so tired so that i can scarcely stand .However, my mother told me that it was no use my resisting , and to make a long story short, I was at last thoroughly trained as a Riding-horse.

 

''A horse doesn’t care how much you know until he knows how much you care. Put your hand on your horse and your heart in your hand - Pat Parelli ''

I was bought by a young officer as a polo pony , and i soon got to love the game. He was a kind master, and a good rider ;and in the end i would do anything for him and was quite proud when his side won the game. But he got into debt and had to sell me;and i was bought by a gentleman and  a lady who kept a buggy, and was trained to run into shafts.I hated this work, and i am afraid to give a lot of trouble by going as slowly as i could . When my driver gave me the whip, i started shying at every object on the road . And then i found that jibbing was a very good trick ,and whenever i was whipped , i simply backed . My owner got disgusted at last , and sold me to a  gentleman who was fond of hunting.

I was delighted to get back to saddle- work; and thoroughly enjoyed the gallops with the hounds after the jackal in open country. But an accident put a stop to that jolly life;for one day my master pressed me to a big jump which i knew i could not do. I did my best but fell short  and fell. My master was thrown and broke his arm , and i badly sprained  one of my legs.

I was in hospital  for weeks, and then was sold to a gentleman who wanted a quiet riding- horse. He was a kind master and used me well; and i was in his service for a good number of years.Now i am old , he gives me very little work, and i spend most of my tie grazing in the pasture, and leading  a quiet, contented life.

 "Somewhere...somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some Paradise where horses go.
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again."
- Stanley Harrison

So this was my story , thank you very much for being with me 

XOXO !!