my name is The Black. Short for The Black Stallion and this is my story.
The last memory I can remember is when I was a young colt. I was the son of the greatest stallion that ever lived , his name was Shotgun. He was the leader of the eastern prairie herd. My Dam was the lead mare. My Dam and Sire led the herd together , they could outsmart any predator. That was before man came. They came on the back of horses that ran like wild. They threw these rough, scratchy things [ that I would later learn were ropes ] around our necks a put us in a closed of area. They took my Sire away. I never did see him again. One by one they took us away. I was put in a small pasture. A little girl was looking at me. A man came and stood beside her. She said to him " Daddy I want this colt !". The man nodded his head. I didn't understand what they meant. The next day the little girl came into the pasture with something that smelt delicious. She held it out with her hand. It was white and it was cube shaped. I walked over to her. I ate the cubes. They were good. I became friends with her. After I learned the way of the saddle she rode me across the plains. Today my little girl is not little anymore. She is now a woman but she still rides me. Life now is better than it was and I enjoy living with man. Now my story is told and may my story live for eternity.
Thanks for reading
