Story Series

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The "Peg" series

"Peg"

Oh! I didn't see you there. I'm Peg, the finest cart horse in town! My current master is a fine young man named Greg. Greg has always loved me. I was named Peg by my former master, James. James was a kind man too, but whenever he had me pull one of his carts he took pride in using the whip. When I was at James's stable I always felt like I didn't fit in with the other fillies. One filly even pushed me into the fence in the pasture saying, "A cart horse filly doesn't belong here!" You see, all the other fillies were showjumping fillies so that is why I always felt like I never fit in. Whenever I got bullied I would gallop over to my mama. My mama was very wise, and she always said, "Oh my dearest, don't let the other fillies get into your head. For you are not different, you are just the same no matter if you are a cart horse or a showjumper." "Thanks Mama!" I would always reply. When I was about six years old James sold me to become a cart horse in Brooklyn, NYC. When I arrived at my new home I was greeted by a man who looked like he was just about twenty years old. The man took me into the stable and I looked around. After a day of getting used to my new home, my new owner, Greg started having me pull his cart. I was a natural, just as my mother was when she started pulling. Greg and I became the best of friends, and it is a joy pulling his cart because he will never dare use his whip on me. Instead a gentle touch of the rein will get me going. I hope you enjoyed my story, and maybe if you are in Brooklyn one day and you see a dun mare with a white mane and tail pulling a white cart you could wave to me and I will give a gentle flick of my tail to respond to your wave. I would really like that!