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We were parted that day in the terrible hubbub of the auction ring
and I was never to see her again.
and I was never to see her again.
... and then quite suddenly I found that I had no rider,
that I had no weight on my back any more...
that I had no weight on my back any more...
‘Why?’ he said, ‘Why does this war have to destroy anything
and everything that’s fine and beautiful?’
and everything that’s fine and beautiful?’
As I kicked out wildly to free myself, I felt that the barbs
tearing into my foreleg before I broke clear.
tearing into my foreleg before I broke clear.
Even the sight of his hand coming towards me,
normally a welcome sign of affection, struck an alarm in me...
normally a welcome sign of affection, struck an alarm in me...
