The Life of Wild Horses 

Way up in the Mountains there lived a herd of Wild Horses that roamed wild and free.  I was the leader of the herd and we called ourselves Freedom of the Mountains.  We were made of all shapes, colours and sizes.  My whole herd was very strong and very beautiful.  We had a great life except for one problem, humans.  They were capturing some of the horses from my herd.  We had been running from the humans, when we meet up with another herd that were also running from the humans.   I told my herd to meet me by the lake and I would tell the other herd to do the same.  I ran to the other herd leader and told him “let’s lose those humans”!  He agreed so I told him to meet us by the lake.  We all ran as fast as we could.  We finally lost the humans and all met up at the lake, safe and sound.  Both herds seemed to be getting along very well.  The other leader and I started talking about how other horses from our herds had been taken by the humans.  It was so sad and if you would have been there you would have been crying like I was doing.  We both wanted to get revenge on the humans for what they had done to us.  I started to try to think of a plan and finally came up with one.  I told the other leader and then we told the herds together.  They all thought that it would be a great plan.  We decided that we would eat and get rested for the next day when we would go to the ranch and put our plan into motion.

The next day came.  The day that we would get revenge on the humans!!!  “Ya” we all said!!!  We left for the ranch, where the humans had been keeping our horses that they had taken from us.  They were all in a big pen, from what we could tell.  I told all the horses to go as quietly as they could to the pen and on foot stomp kick the pens down.  So we very quietly walked to the pens and all lined up.  I then made sure all was clear and I stomped my foot.  We all started to buck at the fence and made it fall down.  We had finally freed our friends.  I told our horses that had been captured to ran as fast as they could to the lake.  “Don’t look back, just go,” I told them.  Once, we all got to the lake we whinnied and stomped our feet.  Both of us herd leaders thanked each other for helping save both our friends.  Then both herds parted ways. 

From time to time we see each other grazing in an open meadow, or on the mountainside.  We will always be thankful for what we did.  And as for those humans, they never tired to catch us again. 

The End 

By: Brittany Johnson