Halloween (part 3)

Poor Halloween was weary and his legs bleeding from walking so long. He snorted, and neighed, and bucked, and kicked, but that stupid man held onto his mane, making his neck cramp. The golden saddle weighed on his chest heavily and the man didn't seem to understand what the reins were for. He just rode him to the flock. He was heavy, and so was the golden saddle. He was carrying so much weight, including the sword, bow and arrow, equally heavy.

Halloween silently drove him to the rest of the flock he was supposed to make 'friends' with. Halloween was secretly delighted to see all the other horses had the same golden saddle, sword and bow and arrow like him. He neighed, as the man opened the gate to his throng. 'This, is your flock, your pack. All of you will look after each other, and treat all of you the way you treat yourself. Kindly.' Halloween snorted to himself. What was the man thinking? The world wasn't good without kicks, and fights. It was just a horse's instinct. Halloween quietly went into his flock, pushing through the bunch of horses. A white horse kicked him, and Halloween kicked back. He was in charge of the flock, and he was going to show it. 'The 2 grumpies, kicking, eh?' The man said. 'Snow had just stopped fighting the others, and you have to get back at him.'

Halloween had been with humans for years, and could understand him, except the 'eh?' part, and the 'grumpies' part. He felt an urge to stop, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to rest, to drink some water. But he forced himself to kick, to bite, to be irritable. Until he couldn't anymore. He fell down, exhausted and sick....

'Halloween?' the man said, waking him up. He felt better. He was still hungry, his ribcage bones showing how thin he was. But he was less grumpy. He hadn't slept, drank or ate in 2 days, he just needed some food. He saw the man had removed the saddle and bit, into his old bitless bridle, in which he felt more comfortable in. 'Let's go to the lake, shall we?' he asked. He took the ropes, and led Halloween into the lake, this time not riding him. He felt a soothing connection with the man, as they reached the lake, and he drank some water. He kept drinking in what felt an hour, water had never been this sweet. He already felt better. The man led him to a patch of grass, in which he ate a bit, then faced the man, who lay down. Halloween sniffed him, then turned back. The man wasn't holding the rope anymore. Should he go? He faced the man again, as he nodded. 'Go home. Go to your home,' he said. Halloween didn't move. He stayed. He stayed there, until the man finally got up, and took of his bridle, and mouthpiece. 'If your gonna stay here, be free. I won't ride you. Your destined to be free.'

Halloween turned around, puzzled. He couldn't understand. He wanted to stay with the man. The man took of the sword, and bow, and arrow. He turned around. Halloween followed him. The man turned around, and stroked him. 'Surely, you don't want to be with the flock?' he asked. Halloween kept on following him, in silence. The man opened the gate, but Halloween didn't go in. He wanted to stay with the man, not the flock! The man frowned. Halloween kept on following him, until finally his brow unfolded and he said 'Ahhhh! You want to stay with me!'

So the man let Halloween free roam, but he always followed the man everywhere, sometimes into his hut! He got what he wanted, and he was happy again. Or was he?