Just the other day
I was riding my
Thoroughbred Gelding
Garrowbear
It was after the ice storm
And there was mud
We went down
Our usual trail
We ran through
The empty creek bed
And up the other side
And continued on the trail
There's a tree branch
That fell
And part of it
Is still attached
We love to jump it
But this was different
There was something there
Because he fell
As soon as his front feet
Hit the ground
He fell
I don't know what happend
I broke a few ribs
My collerbone
My arm
My wrist
But he broke his neck
He didn't die
But he couldn't move
We had to kill him
There was nothing
We could do for him
So we had to
Euthanise him
But that's not the story
I just found out
That my old friend
That I trusted with my life
Tried to kill me
His plan was to kill me
And then take
Garrowbear
My Limo driver knew about it
But he never told me
Garrowbear tried to tell me
But I didn't listen
He kept trying to pull back
But I earged him on
And made him
Take the jump
So was me that killed Garrowbear?
Or was is Kevin?
Or Hector?
I don't know
Kevin said he tried
Hector knew
And Garrowbear knew
But did I?
Did I kill my own horse
By pushing him on?
Somebody please tell me
Who killed Garrowbear?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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If that is true, i'm sorry. But don't blame yourself.
Who ever caused it is to blame.
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I'm glad you liked it. It wasn't true, but yeah. I though it was pretty interesting. It's not a blame thing, it's more like who did what you know.
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Wow Ragan! This is like a crime novel. A mystery to solve. The ending left so many possibilities. Was this a dream or something that came to mind as you wrote it. Mysteries are fascinating and so was this.
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Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. I actually thought about this as I was walking home from school today. I thought about it the whole time and decided to post it.
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