Halloween (part 2)

Halloween whinnied. He was always delighted to meet his owner. being a shiny black Saddlebred, Brumby and Marwari horse, he was speedy and elegant. The moonlight shone through the air, as Halloween kicked the gates in such force, that his owner stumbled into a corner. She stuttered, and feel down. Halloween wanted to check his faithful owner, but took a deep breath... and leaped over the fence.

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Halloween neighed. The worst part of being in a forest was the food. He spotted a lovely place in the lake, and curled up. He hated being caged. He hardly got any food. Now, he was alone, with the birds tweeting and the sound of the air whooshing through the forest like an eagle, soaring around, humming that shrill noise in your ears. The moonlight was still visible, until Halloween closed his eyes, and all became dark...

He woke up. He was curled up in that same shapeless way, with a black skin man with a bow and arrow. He grinned. It took up his whole face. Halloween stood up from his position, and kicked him. He ducked, and frontflipped right onto Halloween's back. He tried to buck off the man, but he dug his hands into his mane and made his neck hurt. Couldn't he just hold the reins? Halloween kicked, and galloped, trying to trip him, and running at full speed. The man, however, kicked him on his tummy, forcing him into a canter. Halloween snorted. He kicked the air again, trying to make the man lose his balance somehow. But he seemed to have lots of experience on horses. 'You seem more like a thoroughbred,' he said, in his weird asian-ish accent. 'What are you doing here, in the wild? Feral horses are supposed to come here! Brumbies come here everyday!' he said. Halloween's father was a brumby horse, and his mother a Saddlebred and Marwari mixed horse. That made Halloween have a natural wild place in his heart, somewhere. But he was more easily tame. He calmed down, a bit. The African man looked at him more closely. His eyes were wild. 'You are a Brumby! Why, come with me! The perfect place for you!' But he looked again, and shook his head. 'You can't be a Brumby! You aren't like them! Your... different.'

He sighed. 'Well, I'd better get you to the flock then. Get you readied with a saddle and horse armor.' He put a heavy saddle made out of pure gold, and removed the reins on him, and put on nice, new, nylon ones. He had a bitless bridle, but when the man applied a bit, Halloween neighed again, and stood on his hind legs. 'Relax, buddy. The bit won't hurt an un' like you,' he said. The bit didn't hurt too much, as it wasn't put on tight. Halloween wasn't used to this. He wanted to be back home, with his owner. The man took a rope, and saw the name tag on Halloween. 'Halloween,' he murmured. 'Perfect. Except, you can't be feral, you have a name! Well, come here. Let's get you to the flock first.' He put a sword in the sword case next to his stirrups. The golden saddle heaved on his back, making Halloween stumble. It was hefty and uncomfortable. He didn't like it. He wanted to buck it off and lift the weight off his back. It was just so heavy! The sword next to his shin made him lean right, and the silver bow and arrow in his left shin made him lean left. He just wanted to go home.