Eyes of Contrnelle a Novel

The sun rose, and the wind blew while the stallion horses came running through the cold, delightful water, splashing their feet and passing the trees (Pounelle). Ever looked into the horse's eyes and found the look of fierceness, boldness, and keenness? This is an opportunity of its own, a chance to take risks or to give wildness a second look of its nature, to face reality into a sign into spiritual being of being different. Different is a sign of a different color when something is not respected of culture or not given cause of its own thought. A horse is a horse, a heart of a king, and a champion of a ring. People say a champion is a good sport, but I say a champion soars through pain and caps through her own passion and is ready to go to her destiny and laugh out every detail. Welcoming is a challenge, but becoming has just begun.