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. ''
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