My Story

'My name is Tilly, I'm seventeen years old, the place I now live in was once a buzz of energy, I was once a farm horse, I once lived with an old man who spoiled me rotten, I was once meant to become a race horse, I once found my best friend, only to loose him again, I will never see my mother, or my first handler, Jane, again.'

Tilly's life is fill of happiness as well as misery, she was born and still lives on Happy Horse Ranch, but that doesn't mean to say she grew up there.

This is her life, this is Tilly's story.

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6. Home sweet home..... I guess

I peered out of the window as I was driven away from that place. I wouldn't miss it, I thought I would miss Leo, but it turns out I don't. We're distant now, not as close as we were six years ago. I watched meadows and roads go by outside as I was driven to were ever fate would take me next.

 

I was woken by the bumpiness of the road against the wheels.  I blinked and looked out my little window to discover I was going up a bumpy dirt track. Meadows on each side and you could just see a stable in the distance. It hit me, with such a big pang, I was home. Home! Happy Horse Ranch! I was home again! I could see Jain! My mother! I was suddenly wide a wake, crackling with excitement. My trailer pulled up in front of the stable, my stable. As soon as the doors were open, I was out like a flash. I darted into the stable, my stable, and neighed excitedly for mother, for Jane. I was surprised to find my stable empty, where had all the horses gone? A place that was once alive with activity, now stood desolate and empty, all life had drained away. My new owner walked in and grabbed hold of my halter, tugging me gentle towards a stall. It wasn't my stall, it had been Magic's. A stuck up horse which almost nobody else liked. I tried resisting but it didn't work, there was soft oats in the stall, my favorite  I couldn't resist for long. "You like that then," I heard his voice say as he closed Magic's, but now my stall door closed.

 

I awoke at night, seeing my familiar surroundings, I whinnied into the dark at my mother. Than I remembered, this is no longer my home, it may have been once, but it isn't anymore.

 

In the morning a young girl came to see me. She reminded me of Jane, her eyes sparkled with kindness. I later found out that she was called Nicole. She was only about ten, the day we first met. Nicole has now grown up and is sixteen. I think she goes to collage, for I barely ever see her. I am now seventeen, and not as filled with energy as I once was. Nicole still cares for me, but she will never beet the kindness of Jane.

 

My name is Tilly, I'm seventeen years old, the place I now live in was once a buzz of energy, I was once a farm horse, I once lived with an old man who spoiled me rotten, I was once meant to become a race horse, I once found my best friend, only to loose him again, I will never see my mother, or my first handler, Jane, again.

My name is Tilly, I'm seventeen years old, and this is my story.

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