(I don't know where to start.. Hopefully this is ok :/ )
Wiggins lay in his pasture, almost completely lifeless. He was coated in mud, dirt, and bugs. He had many scars on his body, but there was one that was fairly new though. It went across his left eye, making him partially blind in that one oddly colored eye. His once shiny and beautiful coat is now all matted up and bloody. He is too weak to stand now, and that's from being starved. Although one thought still lingered in his head. What did I do wrong to deserve this?
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Sampson paced around his stall nervously as a person came by and looked at him worriedly. It was quite clear that this person didn't want to do harm, but he was traumatized at a young age and isn't positive if this person can be trusted. He snorted loudly as he pinned his ears, showing the whites of his eyes. The person took a few steps back as his buddy came by and whispered something in his ear that made him frown. "Poor thing, what should we do?" He asked shakily. His buddy shrugged and said. "I don't know, but the neighbors say that we need to stay away from this horse because he's unpredictable" And with this being said they both left, chattering back and forth quietly.
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Roscoe trotted around his pasture aimlessly. He was very nervous and wasn't exactly sure what he did to deserve this treatment. Then a human walked over towards him, this human wasn't good news for Roscoe. Here we go again. He said as he quickly cornered himself. The human entered the pasture with a whip, and as soon as he got close enough he started beating the innocent horse with it repeatedly until Roscoe collapsed. Once satisfied the human walked out and wasn't seen for the rest of the day. Roscoe lay there in pain, his eye was swollen shut. "I'm sorry." He whispered quietly.
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Shortie sat in his stall quietly, although he was on high alert. The past few days humans had been coming and beating him with glass bottles. He knew what kind of humans these were. Stupid, reckless, teens. He thought to himself as he shook some flies away from him. Blood stained his otherwise unusually glossy coat. A very kind neighbor had came out a week ago and gave him some food, love, and a good wash. Very few humans actually trusted him, they all mistake him for being a very aggressive and unpredictable horse. But its not true, he's just nervous and not sure who to trust anymore.
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Fighter ran from one side to the other in the pitch black garage. He feared many things, one of them including the dark. You can never know what to expect in it, which makes it a lot scarier. He hadn't been fed in awhile, and he also hadn't been beaten for awhile. This only made him more nervous though, he expected for somebody to come and start beating him to fight any minute now.
Wiggins lay in his pasture, almost completely lifeless. He was coated in mud, dirt, and bugs. He had many scars on his body, but there was one that was fairly new though. It went across his left eye, making him partially blind in that one oddly colored eye. His once shiny and beautiful coat is now all matted up and bloody. He is too weak to stand now, and that's from being starved. Although one thought still lingered in his head. What did I do wrong to deserve this?
.......
Sampson paced around his stall nervously as a person came by and looked at him worriedly. It was quite clear that this person didn't want to do harm, but he was traumatized at a young age and isn't positive if this person can be trusted. He snorted loudly as he pinned his ears, showing the whites of his eyes. The person took a few steps back as his buddy came by and whispered something in his ear that made him frown. "Poor thing, what should we do?" He asked shakily. His buddy shrugged and said. "I don't know, but the neighbors say that we need to stay away from this horse because he's unpredictable" And with this being said they both left, chattering back and forth quietly.
.......
Roscoe trotted around his pasture aimlessly. He was very nervous and wasn't exactly sure what he did to deserve this treatment. Then a human walked over towards him, this human wasn't good news for Roscoe. Here we go again. He said as he quickly cornered himself. The human entered the pasture with a whip, and as soon as he got close enough he started beating the innocent horse with it repeatedly until Roscoe collapsed. Once satisfied the human walked out and wasn't seen for the rest of the day. Roscoe lay there in pain, his eye was swollen shut. "I'm sorry." He whispered quietly.
.......
Shortie sat in his stall quietly, although he was on high alert. The past few days humans had been coming and beating him with glass bottles. He knew what kind of humans these were. Stupid, reckless, teens. He thought to himself as he shook some flies away from him. Blood stained his otherwise unusually glossy coat. A very kind neighbor had came out a week ago and gave him some food, love, and a good wash. Very few humans actually trusted him, they all mistake him for being a very aggressive and unpredictable horse. But its not true, he's just nervous and not sure who to trust anymore.
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Fighter ran from one side to the other in the pitch black garage. He feared many things, one of them including the dark. You can never know what to expect in it, which makes it a lot scarier. He hadn't been fed in awhile, and he also hadn't been beaten for awhile. This only made him more nervous though, he expected for somebody to come and start beating him to fight any minute now.
