Before the Earth was a place that animals inhabited, there was a small green planet orbiting around the sun close to Earth called Equis. Grass covered most of the flat planet. The only water to be found was in small pools. Equis was inhabited mostly by horses. The sun horses. The sun birthed the first generation of these horses and were carried on asteroids to Equis. These horses were beautiful, large, and strong. Most were yellow or red like the sun, with white flames for manes and tails. The possessed strong hooves and heavy bodies that made the planet shake when they galloped across it. There was a tribe of people residing on Equis. The moon had birthed them. Some of their skin was pale like the moon in it’s illuminated phase, others had …show more content…
You have plenty of grass to run across. How could you know what it is like to be a fish on a planet built for horses?” The small horse thought for a moment. “That doesn’t seem fair, fish. There must be a place out there somewhere where you can live happily.” The fish thought that the small coal horse’s thought was a far fetched one and laughed. “Maybe there is, but I shall never find it as I am stuck in this pool. Some days, small horse, I wish I had legs like you. Legs that could stretch across the ground and make it shake with power and importance. Legs that could jump as if the thing they carry has no weight. To you, small horse, you are small, but to me, you are large.” The small horse thought about this for a moment. He had never thought of his legs in this way that the fish described. Nor had he thought of his power in this way. He suddenly felt silly for convincing himself he was small. How could he not see that he was large? He had legs that were made of starlight and sunbeams and everything light and powerful. He could do …show more content…
He had found this place that would be called Earth. The place for all beings. A fiery red horse galloped past small horse and created a river beside him. The fish that had spoken to Small Horse before swam up to him. “Small Horse, forgive me for ever doubting you, as you have found a home not only for me but for us all. You are not just large to me, it seems, you are just large. And you have used your power for good, I will never be able to repay you.” The small horse assured the fish that there was no need to repay him, for the Earth was not just for the fish, but for himself as well. And for the moon people, the land animals, the flight beings, and the rest of the sea creatures, this place was
There is a trail down the road in Delaware where I enjoy taking my dog for a walk. It is a beautiful, five-mile loop traversing cornfields, thick patches of forest, steep hills and flowing streams; a wonderful place to escape the hustle and bustle of the suburban lifestyle and spend some time amongst the peacefulness of nature. It is not a complete escape, however, for I am not the only person that knows of the trail- it seems to also be a favorite of horseback riders. Often times I will encounter a rider or two at some point during my walk and, without fail, I will be in awe of the size and majesty of the horse. What an incredible, gentle beast it is. Standing next to a horse, you cannot help but gawk at the bulging, toned muscles and long, agile legs. It is truly an athlete with a rare combination of strength and speed. Yet, they are gentle and kind and have therefore been joined at the hip with humans; today, nearly all horses have been domesticated. So I find myself
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.
In the short story “Horses of the Night” the author uses horses to represent and symbolize the emotions of the main character Chris. Chris is a young man struggling through the great depression with unrealistic goals of going to college. At the beginning of the story Chris talks to his younger cousin Vanessa about his two horses Duchess and Firefly, which turn out to be imaginary. The horses are described as being sleek and so fast Chris could make
There was a young man named John who lived in the village his whole life. John has a pet named Nick, a horse John met 10 years ago lying near his house with a badly injured leg. John bandaged his legs and took good care of him until he was able to walk around freely. Ever since then Nick has became attached to John and followed him wherever he goes. A few years after, Nick grew big enough to carry John.
Standing on his hind legs, this rare andalucian stallion is fearless. His ears are turned back while his noble looking head is held high. His all black coat glistens in the late afternoon sun. His face displays a strong confidence with his nostrils flared, his veins bulging from his cheek bones, and his fiery black eyes burning holes into the souls of those who stare into them. His neck muscles are tensed and thickened with adrenalin. His black main is thrown into the wind like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado. His muscular front legs are brought up to his chest displaying his flashing gray hooves that could crush a man's scull with one blow. His backbone and underbelly are held almost straight up and his hind quarters are tensed.
These beautiful, slender creatures, which do not know what a saddle or a bridle is and never feel the touch of human hands, had a strong impression on me (or caused me strong feelings). While the horses were running their manes were dancing in the wind like colorful waves of fire. One of the horses was larger than the others. I thought it was a stallion. It was elegant, graceful and fast, with a satin-poured skin and a silky mane. It nervously spinned his small, neat ears in the direction of the source of the noise and shook his tail, driving away annoying flies. It seemed that he was about to break and rush into the canter, overtaking the wind. The horses came to a perfect watering place. They drank and began to gallop across the lake, splashing all around. They clearly felt safe there. One horse was snow-white, and a sweet colt went after it like a magnet. All of us were impressed. The cameras followed the herd until the horses were out of sight. It would be nice, but the smell the horses had left was
I came up with this topic while I sat upon one of these magnificent creatures back. It was then that I began to reflect upon my life and wonder what my life would have been like if I did not have a single horse in it. It also had me wondering what miracles horses could do for other people. Before I even began to research this topic, I asked myself, What is it about horses that leaves such an impact on the human brain?
One day there was just an ordinary white horse in a field or so she thought she was ordinary. Her name was Taika. She had just been minding her own business eating grass. Taika had suddenly heard a loud roar. She instantaneously swallowed down her food. She slowly turned around to see what was going on. Behind Taika had been a beast. A horrifying disgusting beast. Unfortunately, it was a very hungry beast. Taika could tell in his eyes that he was hungry. Taika did not want to die so she thought of an idea she was a very strong horse and challenged him to a fight. The horse had no idea that she could live forever and her power of being strong. The beast laughed and agreed.
There was an animal the size of a small dog called Hyracotherium.Everyone would like it to be a pet. It’s the oldest found horse ancestor, They were scampering through the forests full of plants rich in foliage that covered North America. For more than their history they lived in there, and horses remained small, forest browsers. Their toes, four at the front and three at the back, sprawled out at different angles which helped them from sinking in the marshy ground.
In the viewfinder of my camera I had at last framed the one thing that I most longed to catch in my lense. The horse had to have been at least eighteen hands high. Probably 6 feet at the withers of his neck. He was huge. The biggest I had seen. His lustrous black coat glistened in the torrid sun. His long, wavy mane and tail were beautifully groomed into a slight wave. The feathers on his fetlocks danced with the wind. The alert, ebony eyes were to browsing the land as he pranced atop the hill. His burl hooves were meticulously placed every stride he took. His broad shoulders pursued so much power. The horse’s muscular body was topped off with ears that are just slightly curled in. You could just see the tops of his knees when he pranced around
At first, the horses appear “like a wild wave charging” this use of simile creates a vivid image of action and strangeness. The fact that the community had sold their horses in their “father’s time” reveal how long humans have been disassociated from nature. The horse are then described as: “As fabulous steeds set on an ancient shield/ Or illustrations in a book of knights.” Evidently, the horses are so strange to the community that they appeared from the page of a story- book or from an archaic tale of medieval tale chivalry. This miraculous event takes on its own mythical element, when the horses, despite the community’s initial rejection, wait to be accepted.
Horses are a true and pure gift from God as their beauty, grace, and speed is unlike any other animal on Earth. As I move forward up my driveway, listening to my tires crunch on gravel, I think to myself how greater of a sound hooves beating on pavement is. The moment I lay my eyes on any of my four companions in the pasture,
Because I, The GREAT PAPYRUS, will be a friend to theeNo THIS IS ALL WRONG!! NO THIS IS ALL WRONG I CANNOT BE YOUR FRIEND!
"Wo-hoo!" I heard the stands going crazy. People yelling and cheering, the sound of the high top shoes squeaking on the glossy fresh stadium gym. Just watching my team and the opponents fighting to win the game. The smell of fresh food coming straight from the new clean concession stands.