A week after Bad Colt left, I meet the Colt who helped me, his name was Zen's Terror. He was black with a smug blaze. Terror was not at all a mean colt, his pedigree was just a terror to behold with all the champion in it.
Thanks for helping me with the Bad Colt . I said.

It was my pleasure. Said Terror.

We started to race the other foals in our field. Terror was at my side all the way. We could run all day. All summer we race and race. When we were weaned, we still race. Just the night after a big storm, we were running.

Terror was at my side, pushing me harder and harder. We plowed through some mud just then  Terror slipped in the mud his legs kicking all around. He was crying madly. I race to his side,one of his legs was bent badly. His cries  called  everyone to us. Terror keep trying to stand but his leg was not hold his weight. Grooms came running to us. Carly was at my head, she spoke softly to me. I stood trembling, I know what was going to happen to Terror. We were going to have to say goodbye. Hours pass as Lindsay try to see if they could save him. But no one could. Just at nightfall   Lindsay pocked a needle in his neck, I rear up pulling away from Carly, I jog over to Terror, I place my muzzle on his, trying to never forget his scent. Terror please don't leave me. Try to stand. Show them that they can save to. Please.

Froststella, I can't. All my body hurts. I love you. I know you will never forget me. Goodbye.

Lindsay pulled the needle  out of his neck. Minutes later Terror's eyes closed and his head sunk  into the mud. I know he was gone. I turned and ran to the far side of the feild. Carly and the grooms left me to myself. For two hour it had been  heavily snowing. The snow was 3 and a half feet deep. Carly try many times to get me in but I would not go with her. It snowed for five days. It was freezing. Carly kept on try to get me in  but  I would not go with her. Almost two weeks later the cold almost got me...