t was pretty much a plain day, it was the middle of March and a blizzard was blowing. I was walking home from the library with a few books under my coat. In front of me, in a paster a young gelding was running from alot of the other geldings, the gelding was losing ground and quick. I could tell that the gelding was a trouble-maker and a runt compared to the other geldings his age. Compared to the other geldings, he was still a foal only 9.5 hh (hands high). He still had the long and skinny legs of a foal, thus wasn't very fast. He had a beautiful palomino coat and a blaze beside very large blue eyes.

The foal made a sharp turn, the other geldings followed, but had a hard time doing so, they were running into each other and going the wrong way. By the time they were all organized again the gelding was far away. Again the bigger and faster geldings started chasing the runt. Again the gelding was losing ground, preety soon he was getting tired. He stopped the other geldings kept coming until they finally knocked him down. Thump. Thump Thump. THUMP THUMP THUMP!

The gelding who was already down turned his head a very angry black mare and palamino stallion came loping towards the group of geldings. The other geldings weren't paying attention, soon an unlucky skewbald gelding got kicked by the stalion. It was a well aimed kick, the gelding soared up in the air and landed a few feet away. The gelding got up he was dizzy from the torture, he squinted and could see that the gelding and the stallion was his parents! The gelding muzzled his parents and trotted over to the other! full-grown horses to graze in peace. Though the gelding had no way of knowing it he had stirred my memories of bad happenings with horses, which had caused me earlie to hate horses. Now I love them.