September Story Contest

by microphone & Black Mist  age12

My freedom was never challenged. The world was unfair, but my freedom as I galloped over the grass with my rider on my back. I was safe, and that was what mattered. Nothing could stop me from freeing myself. And then I had a foal and I named her Freedom, and when she grew up, she was set free because Melody could not keep three horses. And then she sold the stallion after breeding me again and I had another foal, Thunder, and Thunder was kept and loved and made into a jumper.

 Freedom is special, not many horses enjoy it. Make sure your horse is not unhappy.
microphone and Black Mist