The Wild Stallion
It was the early morning hours, and the sun had barely risen over the horizon when the loud shouting of my father coming through the open window had woken me from a sound sleep. I rubbed my eyes as I crawled out of bed and strolled to my open window to scan the corral below. I stopped, and my eyes grew wide as they landed on the most beautiful solid black stallion I had ever seen. A few days prior, my father had told my brothers and I that he had purchased a new stallion for the ranch and that he would need my brothers' help in training him, but he never told us how magnificent the stallion was. His black coat glistened in the rays of the rising sun, showing off his well-defined body. His muscular legs strode out in perfection as he stomped and kicked his hooves against the ground kicking up dirt and dust into the air. His tangled black mane was long, stretching down just past his shoulder, and was in some serious need of a good brushing from the looks of it.