WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!

Waimarino Bulletin, Volume 6, Issue 262, 8 November 1988, Page 13

WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!

I was saddling up my horse - so were the others. Their name's were Bob, Fiona, Rose, Donovan and I. When we had saddled up we left. It was a hot day. It was like we were under a volcano. We set off for our ride. We went through the paddock to get to the beach. The paddocks were filled up with beautiful green grass. On the way we got lost. We were looking for gates to find our way to the beach. I swapped horses with Donovan because the horse I was riding was taking off and making my hands blistered. So I rode Tiny Tim. Fiona was riding a horse called Tiny. We went through a paddock. Donovan's horse took off, so did Fiona's horse. They took off down a hill and Tiny flipped and

landed on Fiona's right side. Then Tiny flipped again. Donovan came galloping over to tell us what had happened (we were hiding from them). We galloped over. Tiny had broken his leg. It was twisted and floppy. The blood started coming out of his knee like a hose. Tiny's whole leg was covered in blood. The grass was no longer a beautiful green. It was bright red. It was like a pond of water, but red. Fiona was okay. The sight of Tiny's leg was terrible. I felt like I was going to faint. Bob, Donovan and I galloped back to get a gun. Bob borrowed one from his friend's house. Donovan and I rode home and Donovan took the tractor to pick up the horse. I stayed back and unsaddled the horses. About an hour and a half later they arrived home. The horse was dead. Two bullets through the head. He put the tractor up the driveway with the horse on it. Blood was going everywhere. Bob cut its leg off and went and showed the real owner what had happened.

by

Natasha

Richards