Flaxen Chestnut
Buck had always wanted to be a parade horse like those used on television advertising the weird drinks humans liked. He loved watching how the horses worked together to pull the wagon and how they pranced along. They looked so proud in their harnesses. Never did he imagine that he was going to be chosen to be a parade wagon horse. He and a few others would go through rigorous training to be able to work together as a team to pull wagons. Once months of training had finished it was time for their first parade and boy did Buck ever love it. He enjoyed the grooming, the special tack, and even the weight of the wagon that he and several others pulled. This was what he was born for. This was what he was meant to do. He loved the sounds of the parade music and the cheers of the crowd. Though he also liked when it was finished and a small boy would run to him and tell him it was time to go home. He liked this small boy. It was his job to keep him safe and he did it well.