my name is horse.
his name is spike.
the other horses in the stables were getting all the attention and the big black horse was lonely.
but we became friends easily and i stroked his muzzle through the bars with overwhelming sadness.
i kept on telling him run spike run, break out, gallop away into the trees onto the flat green fields over the narrow canals to find your own space, go now, they're not looking, quick, no, don't stand there, go!
but he just stared back.