So I'm in a mass spring cleaning and I came across my journal from 8th grade. I found a horse story I wrote. It's...pretty terrible. So, naturally, I must share it. I'll only do a chapter at a time because little me wrote a pretty long story
You get the unedited, unabridged version with all its horrible grammar and sentence structures. Not to mention its somewhat lacking idea as to what a wild horse herd is actually like! Hope we can get a chuckle out of it.
So here we go!
Once was a land by the sea that a small band of horses lived on. To that band, during foaling season, a horse brought forth the band's destiny.
It was then that a large grey stallion came upon the band and angered the lead stallion so that they engaged in battle. The fighting was so bitter that blood was strewn down the valley and ended with the grey stallion defeating the dark brown leader and sending him fleeing for his life.
The grey stallion trumpeted his victory to his new band saying, "I am Storm Cloud, leader of this band! Your old leader has lost his fight!"
There was a chorus of bray. With one voice above the others, "Do you mean Dust has left us?" The voice came from a large dusty brown mare standing at the head of the group.
"Yes, Dust has left you to me, to pass on my bloodlines to your offspring." Storm Cloud proudly shook his mane, "Your name?"
"My name is Wind.," trumpeted the mare, "And I was Dust's lead mare."
"Well," brayed Storm Cloud, "You shan't be mine. I shall pick for myself a mare to assist me in my leading."
This silenced Wind and quickly angered her so that hatred began to grow inside her like a spark growing into a brilliant frame.
Now darkness was coming upon the band so Storm Cloud dismissed his herd saying, "Sleep peacefully my mares, for tomorrow you shall need energy."
The group below him began to break into their sleeping groups. Storm Cloud lifted his large head to the heavens and looked at the stars with beautiful chestnut eyes before picking his way down the hillside and into the valley.
Most of the mares greeted him with fond knickers, but Wind simply snorted at him and lay down in her accustomed spot right next to where Dust used to rest. But Storm Cloud walked right past her so she called to him saying, "This is where the lead stallion, Dust, used to sleep." She flicked her ears next to her, "This is where his successor must sleep as well, for this is where all leaders have slept with their lead mare." Wind of course did not know if this is where all the stallions had slept, but she did know that if she did not stay lead mare or if Storm Cloud didn't sleep next to her, she would lose her place in the herd.
Storm Cloud heard her and he turned to face her, "Why is it you turn away from me but when you see me turn away from you, you plead for me to come to you?" he questioned her, "I should not give you the pleasure of giving you what you want, but sine the change will be hard for you, and since I am a well mannered stallion, I shall lay by you for one night but that is all, you hear?"
"One night is all I need." answered Wind quietly, "Then you may leave and chase some other mare." But in her head, Wind was plotting on how to keep herself on top.
Bending his great legs, Storm Cloud lay beside Wind. She spoke quietly to him. Telling him of what a great horse he was and how she envied his strength and that she always thought Dust was a shallow and silly leader. But as sleep overtook him, Storm Cloud thought, "Not Wind. I will not pick her." That was the last thought that went through his mind as Wind groomed his dirty pelt.
Morning came early with the sun rising over the hills. When Storm Cloud awoke Wind was next to him watching him sleep with soft brown eyes. As he raised his head to look at her, she knickered a greeting. But there was still something about her that he didn't trust, something in the way she watched his every move, or perhaps in the way she had greeted him. Storm Cloud shook the thoughts from his head and shaking his mane, the grey male lifted himself onto his legs and with a swish of his tail, left Wind, to learn the names of his new herd.
The first horse he came upon was a small black horse with a white sock on her hind left hoof. He greeted her warmly saying, "Hello, what is your name?"
"Oh Storm Cloud, " she said, looking him in the eye, "My name is Night."
"Night." mumbled Storm Cloud to himself, "Wonderful name." With that he excused himself and walked on to a dun, "Your name?" he asked.
"My name is Sand." she answered politely.
By the end of the morning he had learned Wind, the mare who was the lead mare; Night, the pretty black; Sand, the sweet dun; Sun the graceful buckskin,; Pepper, the lively pinto; and Sky, a beautiful white mare. As well as himself, that made his band a herd of seven. A small number.
"Please," said Night, coming up to Storm Cloud, "If you don't mind, why was it you said we were to need rest?" For we haven't left our camp."
"Ah yes," said Storm Cloud, lifting his grey mussel, "Thank you for reminding me. The herd will go to the place, wherever it is that you drink, then will give me a tour of the boundaries."
"I can do that." came a tart reply behind him. Turning, Storm Cloud saw Wind walking toward him. Night flicked her ears, and with a nod, turned and walked away. Wind watched her go before turning to Storm Cloud, "I will show you our borders if you like."
"Actually, I thought the whole heard would come along." he stared at Wind, "Then I could be sure they were all safe."
This made Wind snort with disapproval. Flattening her ears to her head, she turned and walked away. If that's the way he felt about her then so be it.
As soon as she disappeared into the band, Storm Cloud raised his head from the hillside and bellowed, "It is now past sun high, so now we shall leave, all of us together, and go to the river to drink."
With that, Storm Cloud thundered down the hill and into his band, rounding them up and herding them out of the valley.
As they began their trek, Wind took her place as lead mare. But as soon as she did so Storm Cloud came up to her saying, "Wind, I will have Night lead my herd today." Turning he snorted to Night, "Come lead my herd."
As Night came forward, Wind saw her and said, "You can't tell me that that horse is going to be lead mare here. She's hardly weaned."
"Yes," brayed Storm Cloud after a heartbeat, "Yes, she will be lead mare of my herd."
Hearing this, Night's eyes sparkled with happiness, "Do you mean that?"
"I do indeed," snorted Storm Cloud, "You shall be my lead mare and assist me in my leading from now on till the day I die." Turning to Wind, the stallion addressed her, "As for you, Wind, you can leave this rank and let Night take your place."
Alarm shot through Wind's eyes as Night took her place, flanked by Sun and Sand.
"And where am I supposed to be ranked now?" thundered Wind.
"Let's see," muttered Storm Cloud, "Where shall we put Wind?" he asked the black mare to his right.
"Let us give her my old rank," neighed Night, "So then I shall be flanked by Sun and Sand and Sky shall be behind them with Sky and Pepper and Wind flanking her. Then, of course, you shall follow, keeping us safe from the rear.
"Good decision Night," trumpeted Storm Cloud proudly, "You gave her what she deserved."
"Thank you, Storm Cloud," she blinked, "Now I shall lead our band to the river."
"Very well," snorted Storm Cloud retreating to the rear of his band, "Proceed!" He called to Nigh. She flicked her ears in response and the band started off. The grey stallion stepped in line with his tale bone slightly raised. But as they continued on, his head began to drop, as well as his tail. Soon his tail was trailing in the dust.
Finally he heard the voice he had been long to hear, "We're hear!" Night's call made him look up to see a vast landscape ahead.
Lush green plants surrounded the river and Storm Cloud saw a magnificent water fall dropping into a river.
Off to the left, on the other side of the water, a herd of horses came trouping through the dense forest. Storm Cloud didn't see the band until it was almost too late.
Few, done. Sorry if it's horrid. Just thought I'd share. But I got half way through typing it I was just thinking, "Oh man, why am I sharing this trash?" But I kept going so...