"suddenly she blurted it out. I was born wild. but there was a roundup and i was weanded and adopted by an old lady. she was kind, but i never stopeed yearning for the range. then one day she wasnt there/ A man with a whip came... i didnt let him catch me but he drugged my water. I woke up at a rodeo, used as a bucking horse. but i wouldnt buck, so they whipped me. again. and again. then they tried to sell me for meat. i was packed in a trailer for a day. then, when they unloaded i broke through the fence and ran free. but i was in the middle of nowhere, and i wandered for weeks until I came to a herd. There was a stallion, my age. He and I were best friends... but then men came with helicopters and ropes. they roped us and tied barrels of concrete to the ropes to weigh the herd down until they came back with a trailer. I didnt get caught, but he did. He struggled so hard against the rope he broke his neck. I went to him when the men were gone, sat with him as he died. *tears were streaming down SPrite's face.* I traveled for weeks until i came here...."