Heyo! Samson here. Welcome to my diary! (It’s not written down. It’s in my mind. Technically. Besides, wouldn’t it be wierd for a horse to write?Unless my owner is writing it for me, which is impossible, right?) Speaking of owners, mine is an eleven year old girl named Sarah. She loves me so much she gives me brown sugar and oats sometimes! (Except it is kinda wierd when she puts a wierd seat on my back and sits on my holding wierd ropes to put pressure on my mouth. )  Sometimes I don’t react well when she puts pressure on me. But she loves me anyway. This is what she looks like.

Notice I’m in there too! Anyway, she loves me all the same. 

   When she brought me home, I was so hungry. But they have these big piles of tasty sticks! (They call it hay. Whatever it is, it’s good!) I went straight to it and dug in. Then I noticed there was some other creature in there with me. He black, small, and has forked hooves. He also has horns on his head! I think Sarah Calls him a cow. At first, me and that cow didn’t get along that well, but now we’re friends. But when it comes to sweet feed, a grainy mixture that Sarah pours in his trought, I can’t help kicking him away. That’s why Sarah feeds us seperatly, except she feeds me horse feed. She says sweet feed is making me a little fiesty. (But hey, it’s GOOD!) Speaking of feeding, gotta go! Sarah’s about to feed!