Dear reader, the author would like to remind you that all relations to any persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author also wishes to reassure a certain small insignificant group of people that she loathes them and wishes them nothing but ill will. In addition, would they please leave her alone and stop harassing her? She is rather annoyed and tired of it.
Now that we have that out of the way, let us set the story. Now, while many people say that a dog or perhaps a cat is the best friend to a person, they are incorrect. In fact, they are absolutely wrong and peddling complete and utter tosh. A person’s real best friend is a horse.
For you see, a horse is many things. A friend, a teacher, an athlete, a true companion. They are majestic and almost sacred. Before we continue though, let us cover what a horse is not. A horse is not something to eat and it is not something to neglect or abuse. That is not up for debate.
With the heavy topics discussed, our story can begin. And as it is a modern fairy tale, it begins in a way that oh so many stories do.
Once upon a time there lived a girl who loved horses very much. She had two loving parents that supported her passion. She also had seven horses that she cared for more than almost anything else. The girl was named Kendy and the horses were Jitterbug, Spice, Smokey, Leo, Chrome, Ellie, and Rumor.
Jitterbug, Spice, Smokey, Ellie, and Rumor were mares; a word which means a female horse over the age of two or three. Leo and Chrome were geldings; a word used for a male horse that has been gelded and can no longer breed. Jitterbug, Spice, and Smokey were ponies. The others were horses. Now, to clarify, a pony is an adult equine (a fancy term for horse or pony) that is 14.2hh or under. The hh stands for hands high. Horses and ponies are measured in hands and a hand is 4 inches. Therefore measurements go as such: 14, 14.1, 14.2, 14.3, 15 and so on. There is no other valid way. In addition, a pony is a size and type category and an adult pony is full sized. A baby horse or pony is a foal. Do not claim to anyone, especially impressionable children, that a pony is a baby horse or call a pony a baby and claim that they will be a big horse someday. That is a terrible uneducated lie and harmful to people learning how to properly care for horses. A pony is a pony and we love them just as they are. They are equal to horses.
Kendy loved to spend time with her horses. She was always brushing them, teaching them new things, and riding. They often went on the most marvelous adventures, through the woods, crossing rivers, past mysterious places, and so many more things to capture the imagination. But this is not a story of those marvelous adventures. This is a story of a sweet girl being pushed past the breaking point, of terribly awful things happening to good people. It is a dark story, so dear reader, I implore you to put this book down and go read a happy story instead. For this story has very little light at many points.
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