You were only a 5 year old little mare, you looked a bit skitty, a bit young, probably a bit wild.
We all prayed that someone would want you and say let's save Elizabeth. Came too late for you honey. You went for live export and are now dead.
We heard about it today. That you were gone. That it was too late. A poor young frightened semi wild unhandled girl hurtling to her death. With not a friendly face a kind word, or someone she knew to calm her.
Would like to think you didn't suffer, you weren't afraid, you didn't panic, they didn't hurt you. But I don't believe in fairy tales.
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