Black stallion and Red Mare

As you sit on a hill you look down to the valley where you hope the horses will appear. Soon you see them; they are wonders in your eyes but evil in to others. As they race down the hill you wish you could join them and be free, but you know that you can’t and so, you must decide if you will tell everyone where the horses are or keep it to yourself. In the “the Black Stallion and the Red Mare” a short story by Gladys Frances Lewis, you learn that sometimes you don’t want to do the right thing because it hurts.


When David see a band of wild horses and he has the power to help these wild animals go free. But he is loyal to his family and tells them where to find the band. Maybe he should not have done that because if the horses are taken they won’t ever be able to roam free again. They don’t even belong to us they belong to Spain which belongs to Europe, and then Europeans legends say horses came from the sea, so the horses belong to the sea. But after someone tells people where to find the things they hate what’s the next step, but to chase after those things. You hog tie the ones you catch and then go after the rest, well at least that’s what these town people do. That had to make the people who love those wild creatures furious. The main character of this story, David, was one of animal lovers, though he was more sad than upset.


In this story there are two horses that just don’t what to be captured. They are a black stallion, who’s the intelligent and strong leader of the group. The other horse is a gorgeous red mare. David was interested more in them than the other horses because of their interesting actions. They were partners since the red mare had a secret; she is blind, stone blind. It was amazed when to read that, you had to do a double take, but that did explain the bond was so strong between the two.


This story is sort of sad and weird because now-a-days we don’t do that to wild horses also there aren’t many wild bands these days, since we have taken most of the land for ourselves. It sort of makes you feel bad, that we took all the land and said whatever was on it is ours that we can do what we want with it. This also occurs when we destroy a 200 hundred year old tree just because we hate that’s it a pine tree, even shooting a raccoon, hitting it and breaking its back, or even killing it and not caring. So we have driven all of them out of the place they call home.

As night comes you begin to cry because all the horses that you care for so deeply are gone. They’ve been stolen from the land that they called home and now will never again be free. “The Black Stallion and the Red Mare” shows that pain can come from doing the right thing.