Sorry folk, that I'm not as talkative as always... I don't know why, but I don't feel like commenting or replying since some time... And I'm very busy with moving.

I think I'm just tired *le sigh*


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Brwosing the internet I found this intense and lovely story. I translated it myself, so please forgive my spelling ang grammar erros...


The lord of horses

For every horse on earth there's a chest with thousand golden pearls. If a horse is treaten good on earth by a human, for every good deed, a pearl is taken out. After the horses death, they come to the eternal meadow and the lord of horses counts their pearls. Those who experienced bad things on earth are compensated.

A beautyful white Holtsteiner mare came to the fence one afternoon. "Your chest is almost empty", the lord said "you must have had a good life." The mare nodded slowly. "My owner did everything for me. As I got problems with my hooves, he placed my on a pasture, so my legs were conserved. They let my run and play every day and so I grew very old together with them." The mare was silent for a moment. "Yes, i had a very good life down there."

"Go and find yourself a meadow", the lord said. "I don't need a big one", the mare delacred, "give the big ones to those who haven't had so many good days."

The next one who came to the gate was a Friesian geldling. He was very very old, too. He was so old, his mane had already grown grey, which can only be seen very rarely. "I can only find very few pearls in your chest", the lord said to him. "I had a very good life", the Friesian answered. "I have been treatened with love all the years. And when the time for me came to go, they were with me till my last breath."

The next ones were 2 bay schoolhorses. "How have your lifes bin in the rising school" the lord asked. "I wonder why there are so less pearls in your chests" "There's no need to wonder", they said. "out stableowner built lightflooded boxes, instead of buying a new car. And as we needed better brindles, he even decided not to go on vacation."

"Were there never children who were mean to you?" - "Sometimes of course", they admitted. "But the love of the children gave us strenght." The bays looked at the lord of horses and said: "We really had a good life down there.  And when the time for us came to go, they were with us till our last breath."

A small black Trotter was the next to come to paradise, he was hardly 4 years old. His coat was shiny, but his eyes were tired and dull.

"Why are you here, my friend?" the lord asked. "You are too young to die!"
"I was no good investment" the Trotter answered. "I was to slow on the track. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't run faster. My owner said I'm to expensive and took me to the butcher." The lord of horses opened his chest and it was still nearly fully filled. "You must have had a sad life..." he said. "Haven't you even got a nice childhood?"
"Childhood - what a wonderful word." the Trotter said lost in thoughts. "What dies it mean?" "Childhood" the lord answered "that means galloping over meadows with other foals, playing to find out who's the strongest, writhing and bathing in lakes, finding your place in the herd and making friends. A horse should be able to be a child for 3 years, before work begins. Haven't you experienced that?"
"No" the Trotter said. "For my training started with 1 year. They pulled my head back with leather belt and tied my tounge, so I couldn't gallop. And as I was to slow, they hit me with a barbwire whip." "Why did they do that?" the lord asked angrily. "You can make a lot of money on the track with bets" the Trotter answered, "with a fast horse you can become rich. But sadly I was a bad investment."

The lord of horses lead the small Trotter to the big meadow with lakes, filled with shimmering heavendust, places with golden sun to writh and endless meadows to run. All Trotters and other horses, that had been misused by their owners as pieces of sports equipment, played on it. Fascinated the Trotter stopped. "Is that childhood?" he asked ecstatic.
"Run and enjoy it", the lord of horses said.

He was full of disgust over the humans, but it got worse. A polish butcherhorses dragged itself towards paradis, a pain to look at. A broken leg hanging down, blood dripping form several wounds in its face and shoulders. It's muzzle was horribly swollen, as it had licked it's tounge open at the trailers walls, half mad due to thirst.
As the lord of horses open its chest, not even one pearl was missing. "Who allowed that somone bothered you so much?" he asked angry.
"The politicans." it answered hardly hearable. "They could change laws, but no one does care. It's all about the money. And you earn more, if you transport horses to Southfrance or Italy to be butchered. The lord of horses let the horse to the biggest and most beautyful meadow. It had chrstyalclear water and herbs, that could heal each and every wound.
"What's that beautyful golden ball over the meadow?" the butcherhorse asked.
"The sun. Don't you know her??" "No, but I heard the humans talk about her" the horse said happily and went towards the springs to drink something.

All the private and school horses, that had a good life on earth, came to the lord of horses and asked him: "It's good to see all those poor ones have a good time up here, but what about their plaquer?"

"They will get their rightful punishment" "What?"the horses wanted to know. "They have to go back to earth as horses. They'll have to go trough the smae, as their horses had to.
The lord took them with him. They walked over a small path for a long time, till they came to a place with an enormous scale. Every human was called to go to it and 2 quastions were asked. The owner of a racingstable was there just now.
"Who knows any good about him?" was the first question. There were a few who had won something, worked together with him and his pitbull, who he had treaten good.
And the second question was: "Who of the Trotters has something to say against him?"
All his Trotters galloped towards the scales. Those who very famous and had won high prices and those he had sent to the butcher.
"What do you have to blame him for?" the judge asked. "He has stolen our childhood" they cried out. They stepped on the scale and pushed it to the ground with their weight.

After that the horses saw a politican step infront of the scale. There were a lot of people speaking up for him.
"He's going to get out of this - like he did on earth..."the horses feared "there's a lot of people who earned high positions because of him... at least 50 humans. Who's going to speak up against him?"

"50.000 Butcherhorses", the lord of horses said. "there's no chance for him..."

"Fünfzigtausend Schlachtpferde", sagte der Herr der Pferde, "er wird keine Chance haben..."