Ultimate Freedom (Based On FR)

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Here is a little teaser of the story to come. If you want your horse in the book then join Mountain Springs and your horse will be featured!

There was once a young foal, his name was Batty and he was the most handsome chestnut Thoroughbred you have seen. He had a star on his forehead and was born for the racetrack but then he didn’t know that he would never of raced as his story is the most daring tale yet as we see the life of young Batty from his daring childhood to his adulthood, his quest to find a mate, to find a home and to build his herd but the most important of all is to look after his children so they are not captured by the dreaded wranglers…

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Ok, so I have wrote the first chapter and here it is:

Chapter One
Batty

It was a cold winter night when he was born. The chestnut Thoroughbred colt lifted his dainty head and felt something warm on his tiny body, he smelt his mother for the first time as she cleaned him. The straw was clinging to his wet body as he lied there but soon he lifted his tiny hoof and put it on the straw and done the same with his other front leg before pushing himself up a little but his front legs collapsed and he fell onto the straw. This process repeated itself for a while but then he finally stood up and he let out a shrill whinny, his mother neighed back and then he took a step forwards and towards his mother until he found her teats. He tasted the warm milk in his mouth and suckled, his first meal and it was delicious for the tiny colt.
After a while his mother grew tired and she lied down on the straw with her son by her side. The baby soon closed his eyes and fell asleep to be awoken the next morning by a two-legged thing. He cowered a little but then saw his mother nuzzling him so he quickly got up and let out a small whinny to him and he immediately bent down to stroke him. The master started to stroke his star and he laughed a little as he walked backwards and bumped into the edge of the stable and fell over. The master roared with laughter and then looked into his eyes “well I think I shall call you Batty” he said and picked me up and led my mother with him on a rope towards something very large and very green with horses grazing in the warm sun.
As the master put Batty down he opened the gate and his mother strode in tossing her mane happily and started to trot around. Batty copied his mother and went around with her and soaked up all the attention the other mares were giving him. He kept by her side and suckled while she grazed before looking at her with a puzzled look on his tiny face “what is this place mum” he said in a squeaky voice and she smiled at him “the pastures dear, we come here every morning to have a run and eat some fresh grass” she replied and lowered her head and took a mouthful of the grass. Batty started to trot around his mother before something caught his eye. He saw movement from a nearby forest and he looked at his mother “what’s over there” he said and saw the horses start to move over towards the other side of the pasture to get a better look at it. His mother walked so he immediately followed until the were at the other side and one mare sighed while another whinnied. There was another horse in the trees and all the mares stared and the wild horse.
The horse looked up and saw the tame horses “hello” he said and the mares smiled but said nothing and then the stallion turned away and galloped off and into the distance. “Who was that mum” Batty said as the mares started to turn away and walk to other places “a wild horse” she said and then Batty smiled “one day I will be wild and have a huge herd” he said boldly but his mother just laughed at him but then she didn’t know that if you have a dream it can always come true.
Batty didn’t see what was funny but he didn’t question his mother so he just walked with her and looked around but the stallion was well and truly gone so he carried on walking but in his head he saw himself on the other side of the gates and in the wild were he truly belonged. He saw the master and whinnied as he opened up the fence and then saw that horses were walking towards him so he cantered towards the human. His face lit up as he bent down and stroked him and then he cantered back to his mother happily and he was happy to be the masters favourite.