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 ARGO

I was Argo.
I was a wild American Mustang.
I was taken away from my family.
I stood alone for a long time.
A big box that moved Came.
I was pushed into it.
My cousins were shoved in too.
I was so scared. The sun went to sleep, still we rocked back and forth in the box.
The sun woke up, we still moved in this rolling box.
So many different smells!
The sun went to sleep.
The sun woke up.
The air is thick, and hot.
The box stops, the door swings open.
We are so scared!
Someone pushed me, I step forward. Others follow, and we step out into the warm Florida sunshine.!
We see a big round circle made of hay!
We run to it, some eat, some scratch.
All crowding me.
I see another hay roll and run through the gate and begin to eat.
Soft, sweet hay.
My legs are shaking, I am so scared.
The next day, I am herded into a small square fence.
A lady with a nice voice puts a rope thing on my face, with a rope dragging on the ground attached to it.
I see a lady walk up to my pen and open the gate. She walked right up and put her hand on my neck.
I felt no fear, when her hand touched my shoulder, I felt calm, peace, love.
This lady leaned close to my very large ear and whispered,
“You are a regal American Mustang, Welcome home my Shoshone Chief.”
I now have a large family, Horse brothers and sisters, dog brothers and sisters, even cats and chickens too!
My person, my own special person loves to sit on my back, or just sit beside me.
I try to take care of her.
I was Argo,
I am Shoshone Chief!
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