Wordsworth's History
By me
Starring: Wordsworth
By me
Starring: Wordsworth
Wordsworth was born on a small-holding owned by a small family. They only had two horses and, unknown to them, these two horses both carried an extremely rare gene. After a while the mare became pregnant, and later gave birth to a foal. There was something different about the baby, however. The foal had smooth, hairless skin, soft to the touch, and where there should have been short little mane, there was nothing. Concerned, she was taken to the local vet’s office. Her owners were told that there was nothing physically wrong with her; other than her hairlessness, she was completely healthy. So, they took Wordsworth back home. Her owners had very little knowledge about caring for a hairless horse, but they tried their best to learn about all of Wordsworth's needs. The first summer that she lived through, she got a terrible case of sunburn. She was lathered up in aloe to try and cure them, and she was bought her first coat. She never went without it, and was incredibly protective of it. No-one was allowed to come near it unless they were helping her put it on. It was at this time that the family children started to bring their friends over. To these other children, she was an oddity, something that had not been seen before. They were often tell her how odd she looked, and some would even pull on her little tail. She grew to hate their little grabby hands, and would shy away whenever they approached her. She would hide behind her parents instead.
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As she grew, she collected more coats. She cherished them all, and would wear different ones every day. At the age of 3 years, the family trained her to be a horse that was ride-able. However, they found that a normal saddle blanket was not enough to stop the saddle scratching against her vulnerable skin. A special saddle blanket with extra padding was ordered, and now the saddle was comfortable for her to wear. It still took her a while to get used to it though, which frustrated the children to no end. It got to the point that neither of them wanted to take her out onto the trails. Instead, they took her parents, leaving her alone in the paddock with nothing to do and no-one to talk to. She became very quiet, and was never the one to initiate the conversation. Instead, she would only speak if she was spoken to, and would be quiet for the rest of the time. Wordsworth began her dressage training at the age of 4 years. It was the oldest child of the family, a teenage girl, who was put in charge of her training. Although the horse was eager to please, she was slow to learn all of the steps. This frustrated the girl to no end. She would often push the horse too far, making her work much harder than she was supposed to. It was not uncommon for Wordsworth to be left panting and exhausted after one of these training sessions. By the age of 5 years old, she had mastered most of the basic steps, but the more complicated ones were still difficult for her. Wordsworth's parents had been so easy to train, so the girl couldn't understand why the young horse was being so difficult. It got to the point that Wordsworth would have to learn the steps, or she would risk being worked until she could barely stand.
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3 years later, when Wordsworth was 7 years old, her father passed away. A prized show horse, he had been the family's main source of income. Now that they no longer had him, they could not afford to keep their other horses. They put Wordsworth and her mother up for auction, and she was forced to part with her mother, and her collection of coats. Her mother was sold on quickly; a beautiful black mare, it was no surprise that she had many bidders. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was stuck in a tiny stall for weeks. Though the staff at the auction were nice enough, they always gave her funny stares whenever they walked past. Potential buyers stopped to look at her but never put in a bid. They were sure there was no use for such a strange horse on any farms or ranches. It was 3 weeks before the boy came. He was looking for a new Tolter to add to his ever growing herd, but he had been having a difficult time deciding which to buy. He knew it must be a mare, as there were an abundance of stallions already living on his ranch. He also knew that they must have a calm, quiet personality, to help corral some of the boisterous males. He had been searching for a few days, but so far had found nothing that seemed to fit. That changed when he set eyes on Wordsworth.
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The trailer door opened, and Wordsworth reluctantly stepped out onto the sand-covered path. She was so used to the soft grass of a paddock, that this new feeling of something rough under her feet unnerved her. The smell of a large horse herd greeted her as she was led past the stables, and her ears went back. So many new horses! She wondered if she would be able to get along with all of them, or even if they would accept her. She guessed they had never seen a horse that lacked hair before. She was led towards the paddock, and suddenly heard the pounding of hooves. It seemed that the lead stallion was bringing the entire herd over to greet her. She froze, her feet digging into the ground. She could see them all looking at her, pushing past each other at the fence to take a look. Wordsworth felt a hand touch her shoulder gently, and she relaxed ever so slightly. There were a few horses giving her strange looks, but for the most part it looked like they just wanted to see who had arrived. She was led into the paddock, and the lead rope she was wearing was removed. As the boy stepped back, other horses moved forward to greet her. She let herself relax, and decided that this wasn't such a bad place after all.
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As she grew, she collected more coats. She cherished them all, and would wear different ones every day. At the age of 3 years, the family trained her to be a horse that was ride-able. However, they found that a normal saddle blanket was not enough to stop the saddle scratching against her vulnerable skin. A special saddle blanket with extra padding was ordered, and now the saddle was comfortable for her to wear. It still took her a while to get used to it though, which frustrated the children to no end. It got to the point that neither of them wanted to take her out onto the trails. Instead, they took her parents, leaving her alone in the paddock with nothing to do and no-one to talk to. She became very quiet, and was never the one to initiate the conversation. Instead, she would only speak if she was spoken to, and would be quiet for the rest of the time. Wordsworth began her dressage training at the age of 4 years. It was the oldest child of the family, a teenage girl, who was put in charge of her training. Although the horse was eager to please, she was slow to learn all of the steps. This frustrated the girl to no end. She would often push the horse too far, making her work much harder than she was supposed to. It was not uncommon for Wordsworth to be left panting and exhausted after one of these training sessions. By the age of 5 years old, she had mastered most of the basic steps, but the more complicated ones were still difficult for her. Wordsworth's parents had been so easy to train, so the girl couldn't understand why the young horse was being so difficult. It got to the point that Wordsworth would have to learn the steps, or she would risk being worked until she could barely stand.
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3 years later, when Wordsworth was 7 years old, her father passed away. A prized show horse, he had been the family's main source of income. Now that they no longer had him, they could not afford to keep their other horses. They put Wordsworth and her mother up for auction, and she was forced to part with her mother, and her collection of coats. Her mother was sold on quickly; a beautiful black mare, it was no surprise that she had many bidders. Wordsworth, on the other hand, was stuck in a tiny stall for weeks. Though the staff at the auction were nice enough, they always gave her funny stares whenever they walked past. Potential buyers stopped to look at her but never put in a bid. They were sure there was no use for such a strange horse on any farms or ranches. It was 3 weeks before the boy came. He was looking for a new Tolter to add to his ever growing herd, but he had been having a difficult time deciding which to buy. He knew it must be a mare, as there were an abundance of stallions already living on his ranch. He also knew that they must have a calm, quiet personality, to help corral some of the boisterous males. He had been searching for a few days, but so far had found nothing that seemed to fit. That changed when he set eyes on Wordsworth.
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The trailer door opened, and Wordsworth reluctantly stepped out onto the sand-covered path. She was so used to the soft grass of a paddock, that this new feeling of something rough under her feet unnerved her. The smell of a large horse herd greeted her as she was led past the stables, and her ears went back. So many new horses! She wondered if she would be able to get along with all of them, or even if they would accept her. She guessed they had never seen a horse that lacked hair before. She was led towards the paddock, and suddenly heard the pounding of hooves. It seemed that the lead stallion was bringing the entire herd over to greet her. She froze, her feet digging into the ground. She could see them all looking at her, pushing past each other at the fence to take a look. Wordsworth felt a hand touch her shoulder gently, and she relaxed ever so slightly. There were a few horses giving her strange looks, but for the most part it looked like they just wanted to see who had arrived. She was led into the paddock, and the lead rope she was wearing was removed. As the boy stepped back, other horses moved forward to greet her. She let herself relax, and decided that this wasn't such a bad place after all.