Scoil Chaoimhin, Marlborough Street, Dublin 1, 24 September 2009
One stormy day, Blaze the wild stallion was running through the fields.
He saw a hunter, the same hunter who had killed all his family, and he felt mad. The hunter tried to shoot Blaze.
The hunter shouted “Vandata!” in his French accent.
Blaze ran away, far away and found a stable of horses and went in.
He was in such a hurry to find a place to hide, he bumped into another horse.
He had been looking for the perfect horse wife and he couldn’t find one he liked the look of until now.
The horse he’d bumped into was beautiful, the one he’d been looking for all his life.
“Are you OK?” she asked.
He was so excited to hear her speak, he fainted dead away.
She told him “Get up, right now!”
Blaze was in shock. “What’s your name?” he asked.
“My name is Rose,” she replied. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m hiding from a hunter. He’s trying to kill me, because I want to rule the world,” Blaze told her.
Rose said, “I’ll help you hide and to rule the world. As long as I’m the queen, that is.”
Blaze said “And I’ll be the king, obviously.”
Then there was a noise outside. It was the hunter. He entered and shot at Blaze, but missed once more.
The two horses galloped away as fast as their long legs would carry them.
Blaze wanted to go back to fight the hunter, but Rose said, “We have to get to the harbour in time to get the boat to America.”