A chestnut Belgian stallion, his mane obsessively decorated with bows and bells, was being ridden by a young snob of a girl in the woods.
"Go faster, you horrid beast!" the girl shouted, lashing out with her riding whip and pulling on the reins. Horrid beast, you call me? the draft horse thought angrily as he plodded along a bit more quickly.
"Stop, I say! Are you deaf, ogre?!" the girl exclaimed, tugging harder on the reins and kicking him with sharp tipped riding boots. That was too much. The stallion stopped abruptly, bucking a bit. The girl went flying off, shrieking, and landed in a mud puddle.
"You horrible monster!" the girl screamed, tears running down her face. "Get away from me!" Happily obeying, the stallion galloped off. Soon he reached a clearing, where he tugged the bells and bows out of his mane. He caught his bridle on a tree branch and pulled it off. "Good riddance," he muttered as he slipped off the loose saddle. After eating some bitter grass, he walked some more, looking for water. It was then that he came upon SkyHerd.