Question

autobiography of horse

Answer 1

I am a black, race horse. My name is Black Pearl. Though every one cheers for me while racing, and thinks of me as a lucky horse , let me confess that I am a very lonely horse. I have no one of my own near me. I was taken away from my mother when I was too young to be trained as a race horse. They  gave me good food, care and good training, but no one wants to know what I want. I yearn for my family, and wonder if I would ever see my mother again. I race each day like a machine, though I feel dead tired many a time and do not want to go. But, I hardly have a choice , just working like a slave dancing to the master's tunes. One day I will become old and may not be able to race for them, then I will be abandoned or shot down under the pretension of being saved from pain ,but the reality being  no one would want to provide free food for me , while I can't earn for them!

Answer 2

Answer:

Hi, I am Yakootah and now that I am getting old and stiff in the joints, I like to remember my foal days. I think that was the happiest part of my life. I had no work to do, and could run about after my mother, who was a fine white mare. Most of my time was spent in the fields, where I chewed the tender grass on and on and capered about, while my mother was steadily grazing. But that could not last forever. I was born on 13th May 1879 when my mother was traveling to France. The saddest part of my life was when my mother died in 1882. I still remember those days with my mother. It kind of makes me cry. I am a horse of the Arabian breed but I stay in Mexico with my kind and gentle master Miguel Diaz. He treats me very kindly. He understands my feelings and does not treat me like my first master when I was very young. My first master would not give me proper food to eat and would make me run till my muscles experienced fatigue. Well after a few years, my new master, Miguel Diaz took me to his beautiful palace in 1885. He taught me POLO and horse racing which was fun. I got famous for Horse races and POLO. My name was there in every newspaper. I won many trophies of POLO and Horse racing and I even made new friends like Karl from Germany, Gabriel from France, Oliver from England, Zhang Wei from China, Abdullah from the same breed as mine and many others from various countries. I am sure my master was a horse fanatic. I lived a happy life but here comes the twist in my story. One day my master was riding me to a wedding. I could not see the oil spilt on the ground. I kept on galloping and when I slipped, it hurt me very bad. Luckily, my bones were intact but my master who was calm and kind became as furious as meat taken from a lion. He sold me to another cruel person called Brando. He was cruel to all his horses. Well, I could not make any friends there as they all were always in pain and tamed cruelly.  My life became sad and I remembered my mother. Years passed but still no happiness in my life until Brando sold me to Diego, a kind person. Well, I have changed many masters in my life, some cruel, some thoughtful but the only thing that matters is that I have a happy life ahead instead of thinking about what bad has happened to me in the past. I think these are my last days and I would live to cherish my good memories to the fullest.