As a foal was being born a comet passed over the sparkling night sky. This was Spirit and Rain’s new son, Spirit watched his child tying to take his first few steps. “Rain what should we call are glorious new son?” Spirit whispered to Rain still watching his son. “I was thinking Comet since he is as wild and as free as one”

“Yes, he is a lot like one”

Comet finally got up and fed from his mother. He looked like Strider, Spirit’s father only he had a golden mane and tail. Comet was very brave much like his father but mostly his bravery made him very ignorant. He would put himself in terrible predicaments. And that false sense of bravery was what got him into the strange new world.

            Comet loved to run and that was clear. Often he would race his father but never be to far away. He was a great colt and Spirit made the whole herd know it to. But this was to be short lived because one day it all went wrong.

            3 years passed and Comet was more curious than ever. Sometimes he would be gone so long the Spirit sent out search parties.

“Dad I’m gonna be gone for a few days”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to explore new territory”

“I don’t want you going, it’s to dangerous”

“Dad I’m 3 years old I can take care of myself!”

 “If you go you better not come back!”

“Fine!!” and with that Comet left to go and find new places.

  Galloping at full speed Comet came to a large house. In fact that large house was the military training facility that Spirit was trapped into years ago. But Comet didn’t know this he ran right up to it and started kicking at the gate to show off his strength to the other horses tied up in the front.

Then it happened a soldier lassoed his and called some other soldiers over to help him. They drug him into the place barely and showed him to Colonel Custer. He was no fool just looking at the young stallion reminded him of Spirit. “Soldier take this beast on the first boat to England! I have a friend there who can break him easy”

The young soldier was mean hearted and whipped Comet often. Finally Comet had enough he grabbed the whip in his mouth and broke it in 2. The man drug him on a train and left him in the dark, damp, rickety train stall.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” he screamed

“Yes it is I, Sky, the eagle”

“Where are you I can’t see a thing, how did you get here”

 “The men took me… they said something about England. Why are you here?”

“Because I choose to be here, this will make to be a fine adventure tale” and with that they were at the docks.

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Getting on the huge boat was hard Comet was claustrophobic and to make things worse he was with many other horses and was tied up!

“Hey you!” Comet said to a beautiful tall white horse

“Yeah”

“Where are we going”

“England”

“Where’s that?”

“It’s a beautiful place full of cities and nice people!”

“What’s a city!?”

“You’ll see soon enough!” she said. Her name was Star and she told Comet that she was going to a jumping competition in England.

After hours of conversation they were at England. walking on the cobblestone was hard on Comet’s hooves. He was making baby steps when a large crowd was walk towards him. As soon as the people were within 15 feet of him he bolted pulling the men toward many comforting horses. Hard as they could toward a small stall.

 He was trapped inside the stall! A door opened, a bright light shone into the dark stall. And a figure casted a shadow “Sir why did you bring me this mustang?!” Well Comet made a point to the man not to look at him with such disgust by rearing at him. The man went up to him and talked sweetly “I didn’t mean anything bad it’s just… this horse needs a bath!” Comet was so used to being whipped that when the man went to sponge him down he kicked him hard the man fell to the ground with a thud a “so you want to play it that way… that’s strike 1 mustang!” the man tied Comet’s head so he couldn’t run around and started washing him. The man was very kind when you didn’t agitate him. Comet bucked and whinnied he didn’t want that man touching him. “Star come in here! I think you can calm this mustang down a little.” Star whooshed in clearing the gate that kept Comet confined. “How did you do that!” Comet said in astonishment. “Practice makes perfect!” the sweet mare said. They talked and talked while the man quietly listened to their soft knickers and whinnies.

“Hey Tom” the door opened once more “I heard that you got your self a mustang sent by the Colonel!” a large man stepped out and it was Murphy!          

To Be Continued