Why Do Zebras Have Pathways?

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

I remember as a little kid and now being fascinated by race horses. When I was around eight years old, my grandfather took me to a farm where they raise race horses. They were out exercising Mine That Bird and a few other horses. I thought it was so fascinating! The owner walked up to and asked if I enjoy watching them, I said very shyly,” yes sir.” He took me to the barn and let me look at all the foals and I was astonished. I got to thinking what all do they have to do to get these young foals ready to one day race? I asked Mr. Allen, and he said, “there are many things that you can do but some people don’t do the right thing and they cheat their way to victory”.

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

I am the daughter of a livestock dealer. My father was an amazing wrangler and rancher. Throughout my life, we have bought and sold many horses--too many to count, and I have also sent my own fair share to the slaughter plants. As a young teen I had a horse we called Whino, he was a great horse for me when I was learning to ride and wanting to follow Dad around. There comes a time in a horse’s life when they are not capable of doing what they once were or that they become sore or crippled to lead a life with meaning or comfort. I was raised to understand life and death and that one will follow the other. I knew when we had

The Beast grants her the wish on the condition that she must return within a week. She agrees and goes home. Everybody in town goes to see her upon her return. The week passes quickly and after telling her sister the reason why she had come back she decides to stay a couple of extra days. In the middle of the 10th night back home she has a dream of the Beast dead in the garden. Without saying goodbye, she gets on her horse and sets out to the castle.

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

¨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

I approached the spirited horse with confidence because I was experienced with these types of shows in which all the riders are assigned a random horse to ride. I could sense his tension as soon as I was in the saddle. He furiously pawed the ground and shifted his weight around. Before I knew it, we entered the arena. Almost immediately he began prancing like a deer around the ring, my fear growing with every misstep he took. I desperately looked to my coach for advice, but there was nothing she could do. It was between him and me and he knew he was in control. The spectators lining the outside of the arena fell into an eerie silence each time we passed by. I was masquerading, pretending I had him under control while the situation continued to worsen. In my mind years passed before the judge finally called for all of the riders to line up in the middle of the arena. As we turned to line up, he stopped. I convinced him to take one reluctant step forward before he reared up onto his hind legs. He rose up higher and higher, turning into a skyscraper towering over all others in the arena. Then, everything went quiet. I frantically grabbed for his white mane, trying to maintain my balance, but to no avail. We both fell backwards, all two thousand pounds of his body crushing

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

Have you ever wondered what a animal thinks? When you see a stray, do you ever wonder what it has gone through. Horses used to be known to be good-looking and stylish, very useful for travel too. But have you ever thought how people treated them and how they felt about humans? Black Beauty by Anna Sewell is one of the best autobiography of a horse written. It starts in the evening at Black Beauty's early home, in the meadow. He has a lovely childhood but every time he knows he is going to be sold to a new master, he has to worry if his master will treat him well to him or not.

Finally, the day came for the two have meet for the big battle. Where dark and Light, good and evil, mixed together creating a balance, but the war just begin. As the clinging and crushing of the animals claws fighting one another, the bear and tiger met. The Brave and the Bold tiger Strike, surprisingly the tiger lips the bear in The head destroying him. That wasn’t the end of the tiger though comma he went for towards Frederick at a fast pace ready to take down. Fredrick stood ready as the tiger leaped at him. He took his blade, and decapitated the tiger, and after he threw it into the sky which created the

Did you know that the average lifespan of a horse could range from 20-45 years? Horses have been domesticated in Eurasia since 4000 BC and were believed to be domesticated across the world by 3000 BC. They have evolved from a small, multi-toed animal called Eohippus into what they are today. In this essay, I will be showing you how two different breeds of horses, the Akhal Teke and shire, and how they can be so different although they are both horses. The differences and similarities between the Akhal Teke and the Shire are striking and deserve through examination. Some examples would be how they show, their physical appearance,

My cousin and I went to a horse camp in Iowa this summer. For the first three windy days, we learned to walk in circles around the arena. On the fourth day, we came to The Ranch, and I was told to saddle my white and brown-spotted horse, Ranchero. The girl next to me saw me struggling and put on the saddle for me. We walked into the fenced-in arena and lined up. The teacher said we were going to learn to

Not to mention, a week later, James woke up in his bed, still tired from the night before. Then, he rolled over too distant and ended up face down on the nippy floor, off his three foot bed, and landed on his shoulder. James’s ghastly arm landed out in front of his face, to which exposed his scar to himself. The defect from the bite of the ink-drinking vampire lays, scabbing up with a peculiar pattern that schemes the name “Draculink”. The scar that of which revived memories of that cruel day that happened not so long ago. James pulled down the light blue sleeve of his silk jumper trying to erase the dreadful flashback of the one whose name remained marked with maroon among his arm. Furthermore, James picked his lightweight body up off the

One day they were all in the field and then the horse heard a strange sound that was coming from behind them and he saw what he thought was impossible but it was really there and it was the lion that he had caught for his former master. When he saw the lion he realized that he looked much different he had scars and arrow wounds and spear marks and this time he seemed even more vicious and infuriated then he had ever before. When he saw the lion he feared that he had come to kill him for what he had done to him but before he could react his owner called him and then the horse looked again and then the lion was gone. For the next two months he was always on edge and when ever he heard a strange sound he always was scared and then one day one of his worst nightmares came true his owners house was burned to the ground and his owners were gone. When he saw they were gone he went to the house and he looked for any evidence that might be able to suggest where they were or what had happened to them and then he saw it he saw a mark on one of the walls. When he saw this mark he recognized it and then he realized what had happened to his owners and what had caused all of this