Book Project: Black Beauty

(My computer was not working; I hand wrote it and turned it in, so this isn't an exact replica.)

Epologue

The horrific memories of my past no longer thought of now; I peacefully close my eyes and they dissapear. As if they never happened.

I find myself missing my old friends, Merrylegs and dear old Ginger, as I nibble a few fresh blades of grass under a shady oak resting atop a grassy meadow. I miss that sweet tempered Captain; I miss his old war stories and I miss Ginger's affectionate nudges and Merrylegs' proud whinny.

My lady, a dear, kind soul, often comes out to enjoy a light trail ride, which I happily provide. She has the softest, gentlest hands, and never needs pull on my mouth or kick my sides.

Joe, that sweet old stablehand I knew as a young colt, grooms and pets me every single day. He hums a melodic tune as he runs his slender fingers through my black mane.

I've not misses a single meal since my time here, and neither have the other horses that live on this farm. Every human speaks softly and kindly; each human strokes my white star and lets me nibble a carrot.

Sometimes, when I am alone, sleeping inside my airy stall as rain taps the metal roof, I dream. I dream about when I was barely four, and playing and jumping and running and squealing with Ginger and Merrylegs, not a scar on my body. I dream that my knees were never banged up, my ribs had never shown, my eyes had always remained exuberantly bright. I dream that we are together again, our pasts behind us and our futures bright. I dream that they found the home I did.