Another day, another hour. What difference does it make in this world. She would always be the odd ball here, black and white color combo never really did anything for fading into the background. Nor did the broomstick tail that went with it. All these elegant creatures running around, well at least she could compliment herself on her curves. Now THOSE were something to be proud of, and rarely did any other horse here get the wonderful semitry that was her natural gift. Short maybe, but definetly finely proportioned no one could fault her for that. So as much as she was shocking to look at, she was stunning in her own unique way. How long had she been away from these feilds? To long, that much was for sure. Closing her lids for a moment she takes in a deep breath allowing the crisp fresh air to fill her lungs and saturate her being. Yes definetly to long. The world was alive with new life, spring wasn't the worst season, just the busiest. Meant more attention for her, what fun that would be... or not. The woman couldn't say she was a young thing anymore, but she also couldn't say that she was completely ricketty either. Maybe 8 at the most. Not to bad considering, but definetly not her prime either. Oh who would grab her attention today? Who would be the lucky winner of such a fine and rare specimen such as herself?
Teak
The world is not all black and white