a diary entry from black beauty perspective
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Hi, my name is Black Beauty. I am a nineteenth Century glossy and good-tempered colt, that belonged to a secession of owners. Some owners are kind, some are indifferent, and a few are downright sadistic. I spent my young life with my mother on Farmer Grey's farm. Farmer Grey was a kind man and he treated all of us horses great and we had a good life. My mother always told him that not all people were good and she gave him some advice: 'Always be good so people would love you. Always work hard and do your best'. I tried to follow this advice all my life. First I went to live at Birtwick Park with Mr. Gordon and his family. They treated their horses well. When I was two years old, I witnessed a hunting chase for the first time. I saw the dogs go racing over the field, followed by swift horses and their riders. They chased away a hare and back again, following it even though they had to leap over a tall fence. Most of the riders made it over the fence, forcing their horses to jump. But two horses failed to complete the jump, one of the riders and his horse survived, but the other pair didn't make it. As the years went past, I grew up to be quite a black beauty. I had a dark regal coat interrupted only by a noble white blaze on my forehead and foot. I became friends with two other horses, Merrylegs, and Ginger. I was cared for by a groom called John Manly. He never used a whip.