galloping wild

• Ariel Ewart-bremer, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2004

I was running. I was galloping. I was free. It felt like my hooves weren’t touching the ground. Then I suddenly let out a piercing scream. That aroused the birds from far and wide. I kept on galloping. I was happy. I saw a jump in the distance. I jumped like a star. I hit the ground and flew of galloping again.

My black mane whipped behind me. My tail was up. Then I saw a beautiful mare grazing in the meadow. I trotted over. She looked at me. She came over and we rubbed noses. Then we both went galloping up and down the meadow.

Then we went galloping off into the sunset together forever.

The End