Army:A Tale Of Triumphs, Sadness, And Heartbreak

[--Miz--]

I rear tossing my shaggy black and white mane back out of my white slender face.I take off at a gallop letting out a piercing neigh.I gallop up to a liver chestnut thoroughbred and look up at him.Oh wait you thought I was a horse.Ha I wish.I am just a Shetland Pony who is young and spunky.Unbroken and free in a lush green pasture where I was born and wish to die.Of course not now when I was young and reckless.No I needn 't think of death for a long time.I bump the stallion playfully.Of course he thought I was being rude and nipped me none too gently on the shoulder.

~I will work on this more when nothing is going on.~