the story Carys wrote for Maxim the day he was so sad about his mother leaving.
The black stallion watched the storm rolling in. The lightning and thunder had the other horses setting off a ruckus of different sounds. He watched silently not fearing the ravages of Mother Nature. In fact, he wished he was out in it. To be free like that. Instead, he was trapped here nothing more than a breeding stud for this place. They always talked around him that he produced good stock.
They fed him well and his stall was always clean. Got to go out and roam the nice pasture every day. But no one loved him. Cared for him above his basic needs. The other horses had riders that would feed them carrots, apples, and these wonderful smelling white cubes. They would comb and brush them, one little girl wou
