Another new place. It had been many weeks now and she was getting used to the different routine. Initially every sound made her wonder what would happen next. She did not trust humans. They were, from what she had seen and heard, a selfish lot. She had learnt to be wary of them.
The farm where she was raised or the rider whom she was sold to, everyone there had one thing in common, they did not care. It was all for their gain. You would be fed or sheltered on how you worked for them.
So, this was new to her. She was still suspicious of the whole lot but couldn’t make out what they were gaining from this.
The whistling boy who washed and brushed her coat- why was he doing it when she wasn’t taken out anywhere? Were they prepping her up for another sale? The doctor who came to check her every week was being too gentle. The ointment did soothe her whip marks so she would wait to see if he had to be frightened to keep his distance.
Then there were those kids; little humans weren’t allowed near her, so why weren’t these scared of her? They looked at her and spoke to her curiously, coming a little closer every day.
Recently a few other people were getting closer too. She was sure they wanted to ride her, but all they were doing now was talking to her or stroking her head or mane.
This lot looked quite like the humans she had been with, but acted differently. It was all very puzzling.
