• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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What Am I Like?

My coat is shiny; my eyes bright.
What am I like?

I chew grass; I love sugar lumps.
What am I like?

I crave the great outdoors.
My home is safe and secure.
I'm very well cared for.
What am I like?

My owners call me "A beauty".
"A stallion".
What am I like?

I wouldn't choose to be a racer.
I'd hate the life; fear the whip.
What am I like?

I live for the open country.
No roads.
No fences.
No restraints.
No hard labour.
No cruelty.

Just free.

What am I like?
I'm like...me.

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