“Why! Why does it have to be this way? Why can’t people just treat horses like real living things!” I screamed at my riding instructor.
“Because, some people just don’t think that way,” she replied to my outburst with surprising calmness.
Before I knew it, I grabbed a fistful of my new horse, Zeus’s mane and swung onto him bareback. We galloped for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. I ended up at a place I didn’t know existed, another horse farm. A boy maybe 5 years older than me came running out of the barn.
“What are you doing here! Get off our property!” he hollered.
Zeus spooked as if he was a human who saw ghost for the first time and bolted back to the place we came from.
“What’s the matter with you, you knucklehead, …show more content…
He turned around quickly “Hey, you’re the girl from yesterday!” he seemed too surprised to yell at me.
“Uh yeah, my name is Saudia,” I said hesitantly. But then, before I knew it I launched into a long lecture about how him and the farm owner should take better care of the horses, and how bad horse abuse is.
“Woah, Woah, hold on a second, first of all, I don’t know you. Second of all,who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do,” He interrupted quickly. “Now, get off my property”.
Downcast, I returned to Epona, who seemed to be trying to talk to the horses in the muddy field. “Come on girl, we have to get back home, and I owe Zeus a ride from yesterday”.
When I returned, I untacked Epona, cooled her down, and put her in the her stall. I ate a quick lunch, and tacked up Zeus and took him on a trail ride. There were a few fallen trees from the last storm we had a couple weeks ago, and Zeus jumped them easily, he really was a champion. I pushed Zeus into a trot, and we raced through the trees. That’s when I saw the branch, but it was too late. It was heading straight for my face, and I pushed it out of the way just in time, but that didn’t keep it from lashing out at at Zeus’s quarters. He spooked and reared, throwing me off. After several occurrences of being bucked off of Zeus, thanks to some oddly placed tree branches, I decided to take up on an …show more content…
“Okay, well, all I’m saying is that you should maybe at least give them some decent hay every day,” I said matching his matter-of-fact tone.
“Maybe I just might,” he replied.
The next day, I went to a horse festival, and a guy with a name tag that said Dragon Horse Farms: Matthew. He was very forcefully promoting anti-horse abuse, and then I saw Todd with him, holding a sign up that said NO MORE HORSE ABUSE.
I pulled him aside and imitating his 20-year-old-guy voice, I said “Oh you all know that horse abuse is bad and you shouldn’t do it. But wait, I’m going to go and help run a horse abuse farm!” At that, he looked very ashamed but made no effort to stop his boss.
About a week later, I rode Epona past Todd’s farm, and saw once again that the horses were no better than before. Because of this, I decided to take more action than just trying to talk to the owners. I talked to my mom, and riding instructor both, and we contacted the humane society. In about two weeks, I was watching TV, and a story about rescued horses popped
“Because, some people just don’t think that way,” she replied to my outburst with surprising calmness.
Before I knew it, I grabbed a fistful of my new horse, Zeus’s mane and swung onto him bareback. We galloped for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. I ended up at a place I didn’t know existed, another horse farm. A boy maybe 5 years older than me came running out of the barn.
“What are you doing here! Get off our property!” he hollered.
Zeus spooked as if he was a human who saw ghost for the first time and bolted back to the place we came from.
“What’s the matter with you, you knucklehead, …show more content…
He turned around quickly “Hey, you’re the girl from yesterday!” he seemed too surprised to yell at me.
“Uh yeah, my name is Saudia,” I said hesitantly. But then, before I knew it I launched into a long lecture about how him and the farm owner should take better care of the horses, and how bad horse abuse is.
“Woah, Woah, hold on a second, first of all, I don’t know you. Second of all,who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do,” He interrupted quickly. “Now, get off my property”.
Downcast, I returned to Epona, who seemed to be trying to talk to the horses in the muddy field. “Come on girl, we have to get back home, and I owe Zeus a ride from yesterday”.
When I returned, I untacked Epona, cooled her down, and put her in the her stall. I ate a quick lunch, and tacked up Zeus and took him on a trail ride. There were a few fallen trees from the last storm we had a couple weeks ago, and Zeus jumped them easily, he really was a champion. I pushed Zeus into a trot, and we raced through the trees. That’s when I saw the branch, but it was too late. It was heading straight for my face, and I pushed it out of the way just in time, but that didn’t keep it from lashing out at at Zeus’s quarters. He spooked and reared, throwing me off. After several occurrences of being bucked off of Zeus, thanks to some oddly placed tree branches, I decided to take up on an …show more content…
“Okay, well, all I’m saying is that you should maybe at least give them some decent hay every day,” I said matching his matter-of-fact tone.
“Maybe I just might,” he replied.
The next day, I went to a horse festival, and a guy with a name tag that said Dragon Horse Farms: Matthew. He was very forcefully promoting anti-horse abuse, and then I saw Todd with him, holding a sign up that said NO MORE HORSE ABUSE.
I pulled him aside and imitating his 20-year-old-guy voice, I said “Oh you all know that horse abuse is bad and you shouldn’t do it. But wait, I’m going to go and help run a horse abuse farm!” At that, he looked very ashamed but made no effort to stop his boss.
About a week later, I rode Epona past Todd’s farm, and saw once again that the horses were no better than before. Because of this, I decided to take more action than just trying to talk to the owners. I talked to my mom, and riding instructor both, and we contacted the humane society. In about two weeks, I was watching TV, and a story about rescued horses popped