Well I'm not quite sure about this one...but I always pictured them thinking things like this...from a Horse's point of view about a human. Because horses just know...
The Ride
For years upon years my brothers, sisters and family, generation upon generation upon forgotten loves we have served the upright animals.
Now the upright animals are very queer indeed…such odd languages and traditions stranger to us. They wear fabric over their God given hides. They had pinched; pale or dark faces and their feet, even the ones they don’t use are as soft as our newborn foal’s nose.
They are slow too…it is almost humorous for us to watch them race and tire over just a few lengths and paces.
So the great master sent us to be their legs, and a second heart…legs to carry them and a second heart to be a companion to.
No matter how strange the upright animals are, most are loving and kind to us and our posterity. But there is always going to be a rotten plant in every crop. We are there to be the devil’s incarnation to them in a hope to save each other.
We do not speak their language, but we always listen.
We do not follow their customs and traditions but we always follow them.
The upright animals aren’t so bad once you get used to them.
The great master sent us, and we learned to love and follow as every good horse should.
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