Little Trot (The Story of His Life)

[DesertBabyz]

Wait up!" cried Little Trot. Trying to catch up to Mustang Galore was hard. Him being so strong and able to gallop faster than any horse in the world, it was hard to run by his side.
"A Mustang should NEVER have to wait up for little foals!" Mustang Galore thundered
Well excuse me! Little Trot thought. It's not my fault that i am just a little foal!
Little Trot could feel the anger boiling up inside of him. He HATED being called a 'little foal'! He was almost a year old! He could fend for himself. Little Trot just wanted to kick Mustang Galore into the stream below the valley they were standing on.
"WHAT are you doing?" Mustang Galore shouted, seeing Little Trot doing puny kicks in the air.
Suddenly Little Trot stopped, he didn't want to anger Mustang Galore. Knowing how hard his bite can be, Little Trot didn't want another one. Trotting over to eat some grass, he asked Mustang Galore if he had to be the potential leader of the herd.
"Of course you do! You are the Prince of this herd! The Leader!" Mustang Galore snorted. "What made you ask such a silly question like that?"
"Well, dad... I mean Sir, I.. I think I'm not ready." Little Trot lied. Little Trot HATED lying to his father, more likely the herd leader!
Sighing, Little Trot left as Mustang Galore bent down to eat some grass, probably going to give a lecture soon. Ignoring the fact that he was going to be the herd leader, Little Trot walked, sulkily, away. Not knowing where he was going, he just kept on walking. Farther and Farther away from the herd he got. It was dusk when Little Trot relized his mother was nowhere to be seen. Growing scared, Little Trot tucks away by a berry bush nearby. He whines for his momma. No reply. Sadly, Little Trot sleeps, and decides to explore the new area Little Trot has entered.

~ 7 Years Later, Little Trot at Age 8~

“Hello.” A voice says behind Little Trot.
Little Trot yelled and tumbled down into a small watering hole. The voice giggled.
“It’s not funny!” Little Trot neighed, surprised at how powerful his voice sounded.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. Are you alright?” The voice turned out to be a young mare.
“Yeah,” Little Trot snorted, “my name’s Little Trot. What’s yours?”
“Misty, mainly because of my color. At least that’s what my mother says! Your’e not quite so little… Why do they call you Little Trot?" Misty giggled.
“I’m not sure, I can’t remember” Little Trot said, pondering…
“Oh, well then, want to eat grass with me? I know a special place where the dew is sweet and the grass is always fresh,” Misty stated, “ It’s where my parents met, and decided to have me.”
“I guess?” Little Trot asked.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Follow me!” Misty trotted off.
After a few minutes of trotting, more like walking, Little Trot and Misty found a romantic and hidden place. Little Trot thought it was beautiful. Misty gave him a look saying he should try the grass. Once he bent down to the grass, the dew wet his nose. The bite was savory, delicious, and awesome altogether.



To be cont… depends on how many people message me and say this story is good..

[DesertBabyz]

DO NOT STEAL PLEASE! I do not want people stealing my story and saying it is thiers! I worked hard on this, so please dont.

[cutepony]

wow its brilliant! well done!
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