[breyerlover]

When the Belmont Stakes began, I took the lead. I was leading by 14 lengths! During the second furlong, all of a sudden I felt pain rush threw my body. Something felt wrong, but I kept running. I finished the race by 5 lengths. I won the Triple Crown, but I didn't feel happy. All I felt was pain. The racetrack vet and ambulance came. I wasn't led to the winners circle like usual. They kept me standing on the track. I couldn't stand any longer. I fell down. I felt blood gushing out of my two front legs. Then I noticed. I shattered my two front legs during the second furlong. The pain was breathtaking. They put me in the ambulance and drove me to the hospital. I was to live,but how long? At the hospital I got screws put into my front cannon bone and hock. They put me into a stall. I was afraid. i kicked and thrashed. I hit my legs on the floor of my stall. blood oozed out of my cast. I hade more bolts put in my leg and got a new cast. During the past days I got a little stronger. I was able to walk now. When I became 10 I was sold to a 18 year old teenager named Taylor. She took good care of me. I became a famouse jumper. I went to the Rolex three day event. But duing the show jumping round over the last jump I tripped and fliped over the jump. I shattered my two front cannon bones and hocks again. But I also broke my neck. I felt pain. The pain was trecherous. I was brought to the hospital. i had my legs and neck fixed. I was sold to a mean person. They wipped me and hurt me. They sold me to the slaughterhouse. One day at the slaghterhouse Taylor came and took me back to her stable. I lived the happy life of a broodmare. And from this day on I still live with Taylor. She still jumps me every day. I live a happy life ****THE END***