The First Pure Heart Blog Archive on September 23, 2009, 8:00

by Violet Inkpen, age 13

In the days of the very first horses of the earth, everything seemed miserable. The sun was hot. Very hot. The desert was sandy. Really sandy. The ground was dry. Really dry. In fact, the three little foals couldn’t find ANYTHING to be happy about. Not in a dry and hot and sandy place like this. There was nothing to eat!

The leader of the herd of five mares and three foals was named Rugged. He seemed to think he was rugged, and so was his herd, because he had led them into a desert to escape humans. A desert! Really, what was he thinking?