Read this if you want to know more about me.

Hi, my name is Maddie, as you can see I love horses. This picture is one of my favorite breeds. I am a part of a 6th grade Nature Writing class and enjoy exploring nature and animals. I like to write a lot and do Math, even if it's not my strongest subject. I enjoy riding horses, Western and Bareback. You're most likely thinking to yourself, "I don't know half the things she talking about." Yeah. I get that a lot.

This story is a little intense but its really not that bad.

When I was little my mother always told me to stay calm when hunting for food and to respect predators but not prey. I wish I would have listened to her…. Any animals I would come across I would roll them on their stomach and slice through their throats till they were dead. No matter predator or prey I would kill each and every one. It was like I was turning into a demon, like my inner demon was bleeding onto my skin from all the cuts and scratches I have gotten. That day I noticed I had made a big mistake. Any relatives of any animal I killed would track me down and fight me. At first I was okay with this, but as I got more hurt I started to become weaker and at one point I was knocked out for a whole week from a fight with a bear. Therefore I am a wolf, the kind of wolf that is ferocious, mean, and unforgiving. My mother was gone by this point, so I was alone in the world. My demon had not come back in a while which was a good thing. I continued to find food but after killing the prey I would take it and run. I learned to respect my mothers words and leave predators alone and they respected me back. My cuts began to heal, and I could hear my demons screaming “Help!” because I knew they were getting locked up again, which was fine by me. My life got better and as my final days came I told my children the same thing my mother once told me, “Stay calm when hunting for food, and respect predators not prey.” As I ran to the sky, I remembered my Mothers words one last time, and I felt proud that I passed the legacy on to generations to come. I finally said goodbye and grew my wings and flew up to the sky.

And Original Origin Story

The classroom was silent… We all were waiting for someone to speak. But we heard nothing. The only thing you could hear was, a small quiet scream in the distance and a big flash of rainbow light. Let me tell you the origin story of how horses came to be.. There was once a girl in 5th grade. Her name was Lily, and she was a sweet, kind, and bright person. But a lot of people just thought of her as a target. They would bully her and assume she was weak enough to the point where if they flicked her with their pinky finger she would be down on the floor crying. That sort of how she was… She was terribly weak. One day, during lunch, some bullies forced her to go into the woods, thinking it was just a big joke. The girl walked into the woods terrified of everything surrounding her. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a unicorn appeared. She screamed in fright, and held her breath as it walked closer. It began to talk to her, “ Little girl, do you not like your life as a human?” she said. The girl said “ No, I actually don’t…” she said with still a little squeak of fear in her voice. The unicorn replied, “ Ok then, would you like to be a unicorn like me then?” The unicorn said as she stood up proudly in front of the terrified girl. Lily shouted “ No! I don’t want a unicorn horn like you!!” The Unicorn glared in disappointment, “Fine! Well then we will see what you have to say about this!” The unicorn laughed. Lily screamed and then everything went dark. When she woke up she was dizzy and confused, she looked at herself in the reflection in a river. She tried to scream but the only thing that came out of her mouth was a “neigh”. A voice came into her head and said “ Well, you said you didn’t want a unicorn horn, I gave you what you wanted.” She snorted in anger. And galloped off into the night.Leaving her bullies and old life behind. So now you can see why horses don’t have horns. And now we know the origins story of how a horse was made.