Before long, he grew and turned into a nice stallion. He was moving perfectly and was so graceful. A natural born dancer. Soon it would be time for his breaking in. A young stallion can be a handful to break, but what would Wind be like?
Then he went crazy, bucking and rearing. My stallion, crazy!
He wanted that filly. He broke away and ran to her. But the filly was having none of that. She spun and double barreled him right in the chest! With a squeal and a whinny, he ran back towards the arena, towards me. He burried his face in my arms and sighed. I did as well. My stallion, my strong, beautiful, graceful stallion, beaten up by a filly! From that day on, he never went near another mare. Now it was time to start the proper training.