There the pipe stood, letting out green mucky water while bugs swam through it. I carefully took my horse away and whilst it trotted away, I said my last goodbyes. "He was a good horse" my conscience lectured me. After a couple of months, I had to get my horse back. I couldn't live without him, and he was all I could think of. So I went on a hunt. It took days ,even months but there was no sight of him until.. There he was, but not as usual. There, dead, on the muddy ground with a bullet through the head!! AHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHHH!!!

HORSEY...

by: Imaan . Janjua.