"Tiger always knew he was different, somehow. But how? When he ran with the other horses, something felt
Strange...as if somebody or something was running beside him, so close he could feel its fur touching his. He heared something breathing, right beside his ear, but nobody was there.
Am i mad? Tiger asked himself. As long as he could think there was something beside him, never leaving him, excepting he needed to be lonely. Whispering to him when he didnt know what to do. Making him run faster and be stronger.", told the old horse with the unusual costume, that left him blank but connected him
With a self made dragon. There werent even any connections or stitches visible. The young pets at the halloween party listened to him with big eyes.
"Whats your name?" Asked one of them.
The old horse smiled.
"Tiger."