Note to Readers: This is about my life as a warhorse. I don't know where I was, I asume Britian. My take is that of an animal, a gelding, and so I cannot and could not give you proper information. I live only for my master and I would die only for my master. My soul was his and my heart was whereever he wanted it. Some would call it slavery, but as a horse I called it love. I loved my rider with the loyalty only a horse, only a companion could give.
On another note I will ask for forgiveness on a few things. I suck at punctuation, yet I love to write. I'm told I have a certain "style" when I write, so if anything sounds too fatastic, oops?
Birth
I was young and I remember darkness. I remember smelling something sweet and damp, with something tangy, and something rotten. I later was informed that the things I smelled came from the birthing stall and the wet outdoors. The Sweet, hay; the damp; mold and wet dirt; the tang and rot; blood and manure. If the blood was mine or that of my mother I could not tell you.
The first things I saw, I saw darkness for the first few seconds of my life. All I could remember was being toppled over and over, with the sensation in my limbs- later to be named "pain". It was the pain of being pushed out of my mother (why she was standing instead of laying down I do not know) and toppling over myself to the ground. Why the darkness even after my birth, don't worry I was not a blind foal. Suddenly light came into my world, I had learned a skill that would be with me for the rest of my life. I had opened my eyes. I saw everything in a warped fashion at first. I saw the hay, strang pointy yellow stuff I found to be everywhere, in the whole world. It reached everywhere, even the sky in the world that was my stall. Next I noticed that my world came to a sudden and strange end. It was an odd grey thing. I wanted to know what it was, this grey thing that smelled of metal. I would later know that this was stone and that the metal was the rain that had soaked through.
All I wanted to do was go to it, smell it and lick it. I found my vision rising as I struggled to stand upon my feet, the limbs I had just now remembered. They were shakey and seemed to giggle at the thought of betraying me and crumbling under my weight. Still I stood and took a few unbalanced steps towards this grey barrier. Before I reached it I heard a low rumbling. Turning sudden to the noise I nearly lost my balance. What made this soft and comforting sound? It was my mother, she beckoned me to her. I pricked my ears towards this mare, this larger version of me and inhaled her scent. Her scent was home and I recognised her at once. Stumbling over I reached under her legs and found the soft bump that was mine, delighting as warm liquid squirted into my mouth. It was sweet and light in my mouth, a thick kind of light.
My mother was beautiful. Not just by the standards of a colt that found a mare willing to give him life and save the ache in his belly, but by all standards. She was a tall bay mare with soft brown eyes. I believe I was her second child, and her first colt. She was a broodmare with excellent lines and an excellent temperment. She never complained, and always loved treats. She wasn't particularly tall, but very stocky with a strudiness about her that outmatched the larger stock of our barn. This is why my mama was treasured. My favorite thing about her besides her sweet scent (a mixture milk, oats, hay, and her own thick horse smell) and her prickly whiskers on her chin.
We stayed like that for a while, me drinking and her nuzzling my rump and grunting me soft reassurances. It was only after I grew tired and lied down with her to drift off into darkness that I noticed that something wasn't right. I'd heard noises, noises I realised had been there since they light had come. They were low grunts, but not like my mama's they were tough where she was soft, they were rough where she was smooth. They did not smell like my mama either, they must have been bad. I snapped my neck to my mama, why did she not stir and take me someplace safe? Did my mama know there was danger? Should I warn my mama? I stood up and nickered nervously, "All is not well, mama" I was saying. She slowly opened her eyes androlled an ear towards me. She seemed to say "go to sleep, little colt, I am tired." I squeeled in protest and stamped a hoof. "All is not right! Mama! All is not right!" My ears were back and my lip curled, she WOULD listen to me!
My mother gave up and rolling her eyes she heaved herself onto all fours. I was delighted that I'd gotten her up, now she could lead us to safety. At least I thought. She looked up curiously at and her motion was followed with louder noises, from the same things that had grunted harshly to me!
I turned about and saw a monster! It was large! It was huge! And it was taring at me with it's cruel dark eyes, eyes darker than my mama's! I hid behind her leg, "Mama protect me!" My mama would not let this thing hurt me, of that I was sure. And do you know what that thing did? It did something that would shatter my world and stop my heart. It cut another hole in my world and step through it. That thing walked right up to my mama and slapped her on the face! And she nickerered and nuzzled it! Kick it, I was thinking! My poor mama! I decided she need help so I walked to the thing and bit it, but it did not even notice. Instead it swatted at my lip and pushed me away. The creature made more gruntings and lowered itself to my height. I c**ked my head and flicked my ears. What now? Follw my mother. I butted the thing with my head.
"Ah! An affectionate young lad!" It said, too bad I did not understand those words, but my mother did. She stood taller and told my to "stick up" meaning that I look pretty. I imitated her to please her.
"Look at him, he'll be a prancing young stud!"
"Papa!" came a squeek from a small creature. I determined that this must be one of their young, seeing as he was in proportion to me. I nuzzled him like my mama taught me to do and he patted me hard on the neck. I did not like that so I bit him. "No hitting" I'd said.
"Be careful with him, Paul." I heard him say.
The boy seemed to understand and stroked me instead.
After a while of grunts and touching the creatures left me and my mama in peace. I wondered what would happen tomorrow.
Looking back I wonder if all foals see the world that way. The grunters called themselves humans, the hole in my wall was later to be called a "stall door" or a "door" for short. I learned that not all doors lead to stalls, and that not all grunters were nice. I also learned that little boys can be a pain, as well as a pleasure and that men were hypocrital creatures who could not walk properly on their own, that si why they needed us- they'd found we not only excelled at walking, but at faster things too. Until then though, I was content in my little world. Content with my mama, and contnent with the night.
*********I am sure this must be confusing to you, but if you think it is confusing imagine that you know nothing of the world and that you whole world is a stall big enough to fit five draft horses. This is Earth, and for all you know the universe. Then these monstrosities come and change your world. This is the life of a foal.