Short essay on the Autobiography of a Horse
Short essay on the Autobiography of a Horse. I remember nothing about my birth or early childhood. My earliest remembrance dates back to the time when I lived with my mother in a stable. There were a number of other horses there. AIL of them were grown up ones. Often they did not allow me to have my meals undisturbed. Sometimes, some of them even planted their forceful hoofs in my back, which caused me intense pain. My mother was agonized to see me thus and tried to lick me and sooth -e me whenever possible.The owner was, however, a nice young man. He was very fond of me and took special care of me. He often patted me on the back and sometimes even brought special tasteful food for…