He moved along slowly, carefully, like a Wolf in persuit of a rabbit. His tongue lolled out, it's drool left a trail on the dusty floor. He concentrated intensely, his eyes flickered over the mouse's gray pelt. With a powerful thrust from his hind legs, he pounced, his paws suspended in mid air, carefully preparing to land abruptly apon the mouse. He missed. Again.
A large horse stood in his stall, his dappled coat gleamed in the sun shining through the stable doors. He sighed deeply, watching the young puppy bounce after the mouse. No, the horse didn't long to chase mice, but he longed for the freedom that the young dog had. The horse stretched his stiff legs as he watched his human walk over to him.
"'Ey there Romero, got a long day planned for ye'." The man said.He spoke strange, for he had a Spanish accent, yet he spoke westeren twang. The reason was simple, he was from Mexico, but he worked at a large farm in Texas. The farm took any workers who owned horses suitable for plowing, so the man had come desperate for work with a 7 month old Romero. The man had paid to have his old Arabian mare to be bred with a large, Gray Stallion, owned by a man who mistreated his horse, and only kept the large animal to gain money off of breeding. When Romero was born he was quite ugly, and people made fun of the man for it, until the man got so tired of it, he ecided to leave early, and he took a too-young Romero along for the job.
From then on, Romero's life was tough with starvation and mistreatment. By the time he was only 2 years old, he was working the fields. Now, at 5 years old, he has had enough with being either over-worked, or stuffed in a sweaty stall.
Romero stepped out of his stall for his human regretfully. He knew he had to make his great escape soon, but he never had the courage to. His hooves plodded along the cement floor when he suddenly felt a sharp pain up his hoof and leg. With a whinny of distress he halted. The man quickly checked all over Romero. Until he finally noticed a large nail pryed into Romero's hoof, right through the area near the frog. The man got up and ran quickly, shouting for help, saying that his horse's hoove was badly penetrated by a nail and he needed help.
Romero shook his hoof around lightly to ease the pain, when he heard a clack on the ground. The nail had fallen out! Apparently it had only left a slight abrasion, and had only slightly poked the frog of his hoof, which is where the pain haad come from. He tried walking. He could move easily, his hoof only felt bruised. That's when he knew this was it. This was his chance, his chance for freedom. He glanced out the barn doors and saw his man coming back, a medical kit clasped in his hand. Romero let out a nicker and galloped through the barn doors. His human shouted loudly in pursuit of his horse, cursing and screaming for help.
Romero had finally done it. He had found his freedom.
