These beautiful mare's were never really mine. I watched them for *five* years. The first time I met them was definitely not a good "first impression". They were so scared, so skinny. But Penny, the mare on the left, trusted me, & within a day I had her tied up & getting burrs & tangles out of her mane & tail. By the end of that week Nickel would stand for me, but wouldn't let me halter her, so I didn't push her to do it. She stood quietely & let me do what I needed. As far as I knew, they were 8 when I started watching them, & had never been trimmed, had shots, or wormed. So I wormed them, & out of my own pocket, I got them both trimmed. (which was a pretty fun experience!) By the end of the five years, we were REALLY close. I could crawl under them, run around them, ride them bareback with *nothing* on them. Then I couldn't go see them for a week, one week, & I went back, & they were gone. The whole family, was gone. They even left the mare's yearling colts. (they looked the same as well, born two days apart, black, four stockings, blaze's) I waited for about a month for them to come back, feeding & watering the colts because they were in a 1/2 acre lot with nothing but dirt. They never came back. I ended up naming the colts Lightning & Thunder, because, as a twelve year old, what kinda names do you come up with? I never spoke to the people again, & I have yet to find the pretty girls. I tried to contact the owners for two weeks, then I gave up. I found a nice family to take the colts to their farm & to this day the owner still sends me pictures of the little colts, who are now measuring about 16.2 & pretty as ever, still stallions, & used for kids to trail ride on.