09-25-2015, 09:26 AM
"Yes. It doesn't look the way it used to, and I am thankful for that. My tail and right hind leg had been burned when I was a yearling. I was cast out by my sire with a 'Even if you heal, you'll be a curse to my family!' and a kick. I couldn't go near still water until recently, for fear of what I might look like. You see, I know it, too." I say at a moderato tempo, wanting him to hear each piece of this gruesome past of mine. I knew and know pain, I thought. He can never understand my type of pain. I thought. I put my muzzle against his. "I do not care about the surface. It is deeper, your soul, which I see. I care not about coats."