How old is he? I asked
One or two! I don't know
What colour? I tried again to unearth some information about this pitiful creature
Brown, and he's very ugly
With no photo, no name and no information other than he needed an operation on his jaw - I bought the ugly, brown foal. I haggled with his owner to no effect and a price was agreed. Sold unseen.
Two days later he was home.
The money passed hands and the papers swapped as he quivered on the lorry. Having never left his birth place, never travelled, never been alone, he valiantly walked down the ramp and into his new life. Taking it all in he wandered steadily up the drive, the new smells and the strange noises didn't seem to faze him. Maybe he sensed kindness awaited.
Maybe he knew he would never need to worry again, that the pain would go away, that food would be in abundance and that the journey would be slow to wherever we decided to go.
