Descriptive Essay On Joe The Horse

The short story “Horses of the Night” by Margaret Laurence is told from the point of view of a young girl named Vanessa but mostly focused upon her older cousin Chris. Chris begins as an imaginative, optimistic, and hopeful boy set on his dreams for the world. As the story progresses, Chris is demoralized by life to the point where he no longer seems to be what he once was. The final breaking point appears when he begins to fight in the war and is sent home to a mental hospital after eventually going insane. A skillfully woven horse motif gives insight to Chris’s inner thoughts as well as the theme of the piece.

Snodgrass, William De Witt. “A Rocking-Horse: The Symbol, the pattern, the Way to Live.” Hudson Review 11. Summer (1958): 191-200. Print. 13 Feb. 2014.

After raiding the Snakes with High Back Bone his father bestowed a great honor to him, the name of his father, and his father before him, Crazy Horse. As his feats on the battlefield grew, so did his reputation and respect among the Lakota people. As Crazy Horse was raiding the Crows for nearly a month, the love of his heart was taken away from him by another. With his heart broken, it took a long time until he had gotten over it.

Everybody’s eyes were on me as if I was the only living thing for miles. Silence filled the air of the huge coliseum, so quiet that you could hear breathes of each individual. There were hundreds of people sitting in the stands. Even better there were thousands of people watching on the live web cam. It was a cool October morning, and the sun was shining brightly. I woke up and could hear the birds chirping, like they were sending me a sign that it was going to be a great day. The sun was not strong enough to beat the brisk air which was blowing. I had not slept well that night, nor any night that week actually. After all I was about to be showing at the largest single breed horse show in the world, the Quarter Horse Congress. I had been practicing that entire year for this very moment. I literally suffered through blood, sweat, and tears. Nothing in the entire world could stop me at this point. Even if there was a zombie apocalypse, I would slay them all just to have this very

Crazy Horse was born in 1840 near Rapid City ,South Dakota. He was an Oglala Sioux Indian chief who fought against the removal to a reservation in the Black Hills. In 1876 he joined with Cheyenne in a surprise attack against General. George Crook, Then united forces with Chief Sitting Bull for the Battle of the Little Bighorn. In 1877, Crazy Horse surrendered and was killed by a soldiers. Since his death, Crazy Horse has become a great mythical figure.

¨Hopefully I get a midget horse¨ I thought as we pulled into the ranch. As I opened the car door, I heard the thunderous THUMP THUMP of horses hooves. ¨Oh God¨ I thought as my stomach turned into a knotted ball. Soon we were greeted by one of the ranch hands and were taken to a dinky shed to get suited up and sign waivers. Then came saddling time. We were taken to the horse pen where we were greeted by the stench of horse manure. I spied out a smaller horse around five to six feet tall and hoped to get that one as my horse. Shure enough my grandma got that horse as she is the shortest. I spied out yet another horse on the shorter side and hoped to get that one. My turn to get saddled came next and sure enough, with my luck, I get the second

The young cowboy was barely learning how to be an actual cowboy. The young cowboy had a horse but the horse was not completely his until he knew how to ride it. It was still his father’s, his father had two horses one from his father that had recently passed away in tragic way his own animals escaped and his horse came after him and

I disliked having to wait. As soon as the final nail was hammered in, my mother took me to the closest ranch, which was 45 minutes away, in order to purchase a horse. It was a rather old place surrounded by overgrown grass and wobbly white fencing, but lovely nonetheless. My mother talked to the owner as I marvelled over the beautiful horses grazing in the lush, green fields. Their names were engraved in a metal slate on each of their hooves. I ended up deciding on a chestnut thoroughbred named Dugan. I chose him because his black tail was the only one that fell freely out of all of the horses. The rest had theirs folded into smooth braids or intricate twists.

Marcel was on his way to the banquet when he saw something that caught his eye. He was trained to look for these things, and as he walked over he saw it was a horse. The horse was brown, shaggy, and peculiarly small. It looked like it she hadn’t eaten for days..

Rachel walked Guiness down the metal, studded ramp. When I saw him I felt so many different emotions; happy that he was here, nervous as it had just hit me that I was now responsible for my first horse and also sadness as I could see that Rachel was devastated to give him up, and that she was just about holding herself together. Together, we walked him around to show him his new home and tried to settle him but I could tell that he was anxious and scared, breathing heavily and looking around, obviously sensing that something unusual was happening. Eventually he relaxed and started to munch away at this hay. I kept my distance as Rachel said her goodbye’s. We waved her off as she left with the empty horse-box, tears running down her cheeks.

So I went down to the barn and saddled that horse right up. I should have known not to just jump on this big horse. He was acting very agitated throwing his head. Stomping his feet all over the place. I ignored all signs of turmoil and jumped on. When I got on I expected everything. But, nothing happened he just stood there like a perfectly tame horse. So I let my guard down loosened up my

Morgan had not a clue how to ride the four legged real barn animal. She was very comfortable with pretending that she was the best competitor in the world with her plastic barn animals. We stepped into the barn where you can see stall after stall of neutral colored horses. My horse, Austin, was black, and a little undersized, and perfect for a beginner. She couldn’t wait any longer, so as soon she got on the horse, she told me It felt natural, she wasn’t scared. It did not take her very long to learn how to steer the majestic earthly creature. The more she coiled around the barn the wider her smile got. After a while she settled getting her own trainor.

“The horse was brown and had a star on its forehead. The bid started low. I was very close to buying her because I was sent here by my wife. Her and I were in love with horses. I loved horses because I used to watch the old western shows. She loves them because she was into collecting Beanie Babies. One beanie baby that she keeps on a top shelf was called “derby”. So, my reason for being at the auction house was pretty stirred.”

Bang my eyes opened as I leaped out of bed. I ran at full speed to my brother's room and woke Miguel up and screamed Happy Birthday to him. We went and changed and went on our iPads before our parents woke up. It was all a hurry as we looked like buzzing bees zooming through the house, at around 10 past 9 we ran out of the house full of eager and excitement. Sitting in the car, we drove along streets, highways and whinny roads but when I though we would ever make it to the horse riding we reached. I hopped out of the car ready to get on the Horse but realised the first group wasn't back yet. The three of us played basketball, got a helmet and got ready.

Ever since I was a child I knew that I wanted to work with animals. Horses, in particular, have always fascinated me. After much begging, pleading, years of convincing, and always working hard to save up money, I convinced my parents to allow me to buy a horse. To me, Indie was the most beautiful quarter horse I could have ever dreamed of getting. Since our purchase of Indie, we have acquired another horse, Sherman, and a pony, Tucker. Although the horses have always been hard work, they were worth every sweaty hot summer evening of mucking out the stalls and frigid winter mornings of carrying water to the trough in order to avoid freezing our hoses. After all, I used to dream of being a veterinarian and helping all kinds of animals in some way.