
It was the riskiest thing I've ever done. My dearest friend, Meander, approached me with a plan to escape from the dreaded racetrack life. I could never say no to her. Not to mention the fact that she was going to run off into the forest! I had to make sure she stayed safe.
So when my handlers came to get me for training, I broke away from their grasps like the strong independent stallion I am.
To cause a commotion, I unlocked all the stalls doors until I got to Meander. Once we were united, we ran so fast that everything just seemed to blur by past us.
I don't think I ever felt that free, empowering, in my life before.
I finally had a chance to follow my forbidden dream. To see the world, untameable and free. Nothing could stop me now.
Or so I thought until nightfall.
Everywhere we went, there was a sonata of haunting hoots and gut-wrenching growls. But I couldn't be scared because a real stallion wouldn't be afriad. Therefore I'm not.
Besides, it took me long enough to convince Mea to rest! I couldn't back out now.
So, I vowed nothing would escape my sights. Not her snowy white coat, shimmering whenever the moonlight shone on it. Nor how her eyes sparkled like the stars in a galaxy when she raced against the world...
I knew then that I would need to step up my game, and become something more for her.
Your Dashing Stallion,

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