Savi

    I was born into an Arabian body the morning of April 15th on a rainy day.  The rain fell down onto the barn by the gallons, creating a loud BOOM noise. But Sunkiss didn't want to hold me in any longer, so after one hour of pushing, I was dropped onto a soft floor.
Immediatly I was cold and wet, so I started to shiver. But soon my shivering was replaced by warm licks as a creature stood next to me, head bent, tongue cleaning my wet back.
   I felt warmer then I had before, but I was still cold, and quite uncomfortable. But the licks kept coming, and I kept getting warmer, so I guess things could of been worse.   
I took my first, timid glance at this world, my eye lids fluttering open.  I first looked down at the ground, starting to shake with fear as these yellow shavings stuck to my wet fur. Then I stumbled backwards as I saw two other figures with flat-faces stare at me from behind steel bars. They were pointing and laughing at me, so I tried to hide behind my mom, another horse they called Sunkiss.  
Sunkiss nickered at me, her head arched and hooves striking the ground. I tried to stand up to nuzzle her, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. I fell down with a large poof!  The shavings scattered as I fell down, but I was glad for them, for they cushioned my landing. 
 
The creatures behind the steel bar entered the large box we were in, pointing at me and chuckling. Sunkiss told me to not be afraid of them, but I didn't listen to her. I tried to scramble onto my feet again, but my legs were no use. It was like I was a lumpy doll, with stuffing in it's body, but no muscle, no ability to stand. Like if wind were to sweep through the barn, it would toss me up, up and away. 
So I tried over and over again, to ahcieve my first ever goal in life-to stand. But then I acheived my first ever failure in life.
After trying for hours, I never was succesful. And by the end of the day, I was tired, worn out, and wanting to sleep.
So after laying down beside my mother, the flat-faced creatures, my mother called them "humans", sitting down to watch me -Mind you, that creeped me out-I closed my eyes, and sleep came to my rescue.

  Well the next day the battle to stand went on. I tried to stand up, but I would fall. Then up, and then fall. Up, then fall. Up, then fall.
I was quite angry I still couldn't stand up. I felt left down.
But I was not one to give up easily, so the battle went on.
But after one last fight, I was able to stay on my tiny legs. So by the afternoon, I was on my hooves, proud, nickering to mom. Sunkiss seemed to find this funny, for she nudged me over so see if I would fall again. Instead I pushed back against her as if to say, "See mom! Look at me now! I can stand, and you will never knock me down!" 
The flat-faced creatures laughed at this, so I held up my head in pride. 
"I could stand, and nothing would ever make me fall down again! "I called to mom.
But POOF! After I said that, I fell down.



Well, I spent the rest of my months being led in and out of the box, learning how to walk, trot, and even canter! Of course this was hard to learn how to do. The first time Sunkiss ever tried to get me to trot, I fell face-first into the ground!
So i bet you could imagine how hard learning how to canter was..

But after learning how to trot and canter, I enjoyed doing it, and not being stuck in the box, feeling useless and wobbly on my legs. So after I learned how to access these gates, I felt powerful, like nothing could get in my way! And, even after just 2 months of this, I was able to jump over small branches. This was lots of fun, and I enjoyed it quite alot!
Though I tried, I could not gallop as mom did, but only fell onto my face, disapointed. 
But oh well, I would achieve it one day!

Well about 8 months later I was sold to another man, his name was Henry.
Henry was kind and took both Sunkiss and me, so we wouldn't be seperate, even though I had been weaned off of her. He trained Sunkiss often, which was a very weird sight. He would take her out of the large box and strap a heavy peice of leather onto her back. Then he would sling a large peice of rope around her face, then mount onto her. 
I watched them canter around often, flying over logs and ponds, tires and bushes. I had no clue in the world why they were doing this, I only just suspected that one day I might be out there, flying over those jumps, too.
But for the mean time, Henry brought me out of this box and lunged me around in a circle. I didn't mind this, though I would rather be doing other things, such as eating grass, or playing with the other horses. 
Every other day he lunged me, making me trot, then canter. I soon got strengthened in my legs, and I was able to trot quickly. Then canter better, too. 
And when I acheived this, Henry would strap a tight girth around my belly, making me trot around in circles again.
I didn't like this feeling, so I reared when he brought me out to the pen the first time I had the girth on me. But the girth did not move, so I stopped rearing and started trotting around the pen again.

Well, I think it was only one month later that he attached a long peice of leather onto my back, called a "saddle". 
What did I think of this feeling the first time Henry placed it onto my back?
Well, I started to buck and rear, then roll on the ground. I think this made Henry angry, because he took the saddle off of me, brushed off the mud on it furiously, then call me a "bad horse". 
We battled over putting this saddle on my back every day until I finally let him attach it to me. I guess I just got used to the feeling over time. 
Then we would continue our normal routine of walking, trotting, cantering, sometimes jumping over small poles, too, around the pen. The saddle and girth attached to me all the while, the lunge line wrapped around my halter.



Part 2/4
I don't have a clue in the world why he did this to me, I honestly don't. I think I was about one year five months old. He attached this thing called a "bridle" to my head, forcing a cold bit into my mouth. I tried to bite him, but he wouldn't let me. 
I cried out to mom, asking her for help, but she was out in the paddock. He tried to calm me, but I barely noticed. I kept lunging at him, rearing, bucking, but he still held onto my reins. By the time I was done with this rampage, I was shaking, my head hanging low, the bridle and bit attached to me. 
Henry took it off my head and fed me a treat, but I didn't accept it. I let him lead me back to my box, which I learned was called a "stall". 

I felt disapointed that I couldn't do anything to save myself from him putting that bridle on me. I felt weak, like I had when I couldn't stand on my legs.






{Will continue this soon!}