
Recovery was training hard despite the taste of spring in the air that caused many stallions his age to be off "mate hunting".
Worth first my son then love you must know how to protect her to provide a proper home and shelter then only then can you keep someone you love. his father had told him.
"don't bother looking until you are sure you can handle that. it will only end in heart ache other wise." his mother had added.
He knew they were both right as they were uniquely wise both in theor own right. So he trained hard everyday to as he would often say be "worthy of love."
His blue bead and white adornments lay on a dry clean rock a few feet away so as not to be soiled then Giving his black and dark blue tipped mane a toss he reared up once more and struck repeatedly with his sharp front at the makeshift punching bag poet his Indian caretaker had hung from the branch of a tree.
it was true he was rather strong but then someone of his size was expected to be. what there went expecting was speed and agility which is exactly why he now trained this way.

