[breyerlover]

My name is Freedom. I was born in North America. My mom died because a cougar attacked her. My dad and the rest of the herd were caught by cowboys. I was the only one that didn't get caught. One day I was going to the stream when I heard hooves pounding. Then I felt something around my neck. it was a lasso. I was took to a ranch. I was given to a 10 year old girl named Carly as a gift. We became best friends and went to rodeos together. I loved Carly and she loved me. We were champions at barrel racing, reining, and even jumping! But one day a cougar got into my stall and attacked me. I felt pain urge threw my body. They put bandages and everything on me. But it didn't help. I kept thinking about the days when me and Carly went riding together like when we went galloping around the mountains, and like when we ran across the beach, good times, good times. And like the sounds of the wind hitting the montain, and like the water hitting the shores when the seagulls sing. Now, all I can hear is Carly crying, saying "daddy please save her, I love her don't put her down, oh daddy please don't please." But I couldn't move barely could breathe. Then it happened I felt a needle in my skin. I died peacefully remembering making hoofprints in the sand.

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