Through The Eyes Of A Horse: Mercy Blog Archive on July 5, 2009, 8:00

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

The chestnut stallion was surrounded by the thunderous noise of a race track. The cheering humans were so loud he felt their screams in his head. The pounding of hooves and ringing of bells thundered in his chest. He was running. He winced when he saw a grey horse beginning to pass him. He knew what was coming. Suddenly the wicked whip came at him and slapped his flanks, stinging him like an evil bee. He increased his pace until he could go no faster. Sweat poured from him and foamed at his neck. He opened his mouth and sucked in rapid breaths. He rolled his