A cow pony remembers his youth and his sire.Galahad an old cow pony remembers his youth. “Dad was great. One day while we foals were playing a game of tag, Dad joined in. Soon we were all racing around and around the herd. I remember our Moms stopped grazing and watched us run. Suddenly all of them started running with us. I was so excited! I could feel the ground trembling beneath my hooves. We were kicking up a cloud of dust that swirled around, enveloping us. We were all running fast, our necks stretched out, manes and tails streaming behind us. Up ahead was the log! As I approached it I gauged the distance and height and leaped over it! All around me others were doing the same. My family. It was wonderful to belong to a family. “Dad taught us all a lot. He would fight with us, rearing and biting, then turning and kicking. He taught us how to defend ourselves from wolves, bears and mountain lions. I remember how proud I would be when I won a fight! Now I know that at times Dad let us all win, just to build our confidence. He wanted us to feel we were brave and powerful like him.”
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