A story to go with art!Yay.Horses point of view.His name is Colt,he is a yearling paint with a mischevious streak.
I lifted my head to feel a slight breeze,and then I saw them.My caretakers.But then a glorious thought came to me,why not have some fun?So when the came in,I trotted right up,and nuzzled them with my big white muzzle.They petted me and gave me part of an apple,which i greedily ate.As they put the halter on and hooked the lead rope,I bolted for the fence.I remembered watching the older horses,and how the jumped over great fences.So when the time came,I leaped over the pipe fence,and trotted into the feed room where I munched on some oats that had been left open.
Yeah not real...just felt like writing.
It was originally going to be a sorrel wth a black and white background but it didn't work so...
