Pride

Chapter 1

It's been a few days when I was born. I was outside with my mother in the pasture. She ate the fresh green grass, while I drank her milk. I loved drinking her milk, it was warm and refreshing to my stomach. I kept close to my mother, she was warm. I could hear her heart beat. I heard a heavy car pull up in the drive way, I looked in the direction of the car. I watched it as if I was a hawk, stalking it's prey. My mother raised her head up high, looking at the car pull in. Two people got out of the car, it looked like our owners. One of our owners went inside the big house next to the pasture. The other owner pulled out their little tellaphone gadget thing. I don't know what there're called, I'm a horse for crying out loud, I don't know our humans little gadgets. The other owner was talking to someone.
"About $10,000."
The owner said.
My mother started to walk to the other horses in the pasture.
I looked at her, I trotted over to her, happily. My mother started grooming my father, both of them were grooming each other. I had arrived to my parents. I stayed close to both of them. I whinnied calmly. My father whinnied back. One of the owners walked in the pasture and whistled. He had a lasso. He walked to some of the other horses, he walked to a dapple grey mare. He patted the mare and looped the lasso around her neck. He pulled on the lasso, the mare resisted to follow him. The owner whistled loudly. The mare perked her ears back. I looked at the dappled mare, I could see she hade angry in her eyes. The mare reared up, roaring loudly. My mother and father perked their ears up and looked at the rearing mare. The owner back up. He then pulled on the lasso, making the dappled mare land back to the ground. The owner pulled more, making the mare more angry like a bull. The mare tugged and pulled.  The owner yelled. The other owner ran to the pasture with a lasso. My father ran to the owner and the dappled mare. He squealed aggressively. The dappled mare had stopped tugging, the owner had stopped pulling on the lasso. The other owner lassoed the dappled mare, the mare didn't react. The other owner pulled the lasso, then the other one did too. The mare finally followed the owners. They took the mare to the car that had pulled in, they put her in a trailer. They got in the car that was pulling the trailer she was in. They pulled out of the drive way and left. I layed down in the grass, the grass was soft, I whinnied calmly. My mother layed down with me.
                   

About a year pasted, I was a beautiful palomino yearling. It was the morning, the sun was just peaking through the trees.
It was a beautiful sight to see. I woke up and swished my fluffy tail. My tail looked like the tail of a fox. I whinnied calmly, my mother was next to me, she didn't wake up by my whinnie. I walked to the door of the box stall, I put my head through the window. I was surprised the window was opened. I then tried to unlock the stall door. I raised my top lip to unlock the stall door, the door opened. I managed to open the door. I trotted out of the box stall and went to the stables door. I heard foot steps coming closer to the door. It opens, there, my owner was there.
"Pride, what are you doing out of the stall?"
He said, confused.
I neighed, happily. My mother nighed back, I trotted back to my stall, like I was still a happy and energetic foal.
My mother nighed. She walked to me, we both faced each other. She rubbed her head against my neck. I stepped back and looked at the open barn door. The sun was up and it shined through the open barn door. I started to canter to the open door, my mother followed me. My owner guided my mother and I to the pasture. My owner opened the gate to the pasture, I took off galloping into the pasture like a cheetah chasing it's prey. I galloped very fast. I then took an immediate stop and reared up, feeling wild. My mother neighed loudly getting my attention. I neighed back, she came galloping back to me. She stopped next to me. She again rubbed her head against my cheek. She pulled away and started to eat the fresh weat grass. I began to do the same...