Write an autobiography of horse.
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Autobiography of a horse
I am a horse that looks like as if it is painted in White. I spent most of my life living in a stable. I was born at a stable that belonged to a famous cricketer. There were many other horses with me in the stable that were of different colors. My mother has been wonderful in taking care of her child. I was constantly being provided food and water by the owners, which is the main reason for why I am now alive.
Initially, I was not allowed to move out of the stable. I had to see this world only from the stable. But as time passed, I took few steps from the stable and now I am able to run. I am quite happy with the way I lived my life. I am thankful to my mother and my owner. My owner took me to various places and we loved playing with each other. I had a real happy time.
Now, I am old and I am untied by my master. I am currently learning how to live independently and freely. I should now search for food by my own. I am starting to learn responsibilities since the time I was untied.
I am a horse that looks like as if it is painted in White. I spent most of my life living in a stable. I was born at a stable that belonged to a famous cricketer. There were many other horses with me in the stable that were of different colors. My mother has been wonderful in taking care of her child. I was constantly being provided food and water by the owners, which is the main reason for why I am now alive.
Initially, I was not allowed to move out of the stable. I had to see this world only from the stable. But as time passed, I took few steps from the stable and now I am able to run. I am quite happy with the way I lived my life. I am thankful to my mother and my owner. My owner took me to various places and we loved playing with each other. I had a real happy time.
Now, I am old and I am untied by my master. I am currently learning how to live independently and freely. I should now search for food by my own. I am starting to learn responsibilities since the time I was untied.
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A HORSE
Now that I am getting old and stiff in the joints, I like to meditate, while grazing in the pasture, on my 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, without any restraint. Most of my time was spent in the fields, where I chewed the tender grass on and on and tapered about, while my mother was steadily grazing.
But that could not last forever. When I was old enough, the trainer came and, to my great indignation, fastened a long rope to my head, and then began driving me round and round in circles with his long whip. I was frightened, sad and angry, but he went on till I was so tired that I could barely stand. However, my mother told me that it was no use of my resisting, and to make a long story short, I was at last thoroughly trained as a riding-horse.
After that, I used to work hard day and night. I kind of had started liking that work.
But an accident put a atop to that jolly life; for one day my master pressed me to a big jump which I knew I could not do. I did my best as usual but fell short, and fell. My master was thrown and broke his arm and legs, and I badly fractured one of my legs.
I was in hospital for weeks, and then was sold to a gentleman who wanted a quiet riding-horse just like me. He was a kind master, and used me well; and I was in his service for a good number of months. Now I am old, he gives me very little work, and I spend most of my time grazing in the pasture, and leading a quiet, peaceful and contented life.
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Here is your answer ---
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THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A HORSE
Now that I am getting old and stiff in the joints, I like to meditate, while grazing in the pasture, on my 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, without any restraint. Most of my time was spent in the fields, where I chewed the tender grass on and on and tapered about, while my mother was steadily grazing.
But that could not last forever. When I was old enough, the trainer came and, to my great indignation, fastened a long rope to my head, and then began driving me round and round in circles with his long whip. I was frightened, sad and angry, but he went on till I was so tired that I could barely stand. However, my mother told me that it was no use of my resisting, and to make a long story short, I was at last thoroughly trained as a riding-horse.
After that, I used to work hard day and night. I kind of had started liking that work.
But an accident put a atop to that jolly life; for one day my master pressed me to a big jump which I knew I could not do. I did my best as usual but fell short, and fell. My master was thrown and broke his arm and legs, and I badly fractured one of my legs.
I was in hospital for weeks, and then was sold to a gentleman who wanted a quiet riding-horse just like me. He was a kind master, and used me well; and I was in his service for a good number of months. Now I am old, he gives me very little work, and I spend most of my time grazing in the pasture, and leading a quiet, peaceful and contented life.
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HOPE IT HELPS...!!
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