Conar and the Red HorseOnce upon a time there was a young Irish boy called Conar O'Rourke.
Conar lived on a housing estate in Dublin, on the tenth floor of a large block of flats.
He loved animals but the rules stated that no pets were allowed in the flats and they didn't have a garden.
Conar's parents had separated years ago and his mother's latest boyfriend was far more interested in sprawing on the sofa than encouraging Conar's love of animals and nature.
One day Conar saw a large red horse tethered to a tree on nearby common land
It was not unusual to see horses tethered , they could be bought very cheaply and sold on for a profit at horse fairs.
But this particular horse made Conar feel very sad, he was especially tall and thin and stood motionless, as if fully resigned to whatever fate lay ahead.
Conar walked over and stroked the horse who lifted his head and looked trustingly at Conar through dark sad eyes.
( a passer by might have noticed striking similarities, both boy and horse had russet red hair, both were thin and obviously uncared for)
Conar gently stroked the horse's stringy dirty mane and wished he could spirit the horse away, somewhere he would be safe and well looked after.
Unable to sleep that night, Conar tossed and turned thinking about the red horse .
Eventually he fell asleep and he dreamt he was riding a magificent fiery red horse who was galloping triumphantly through the sky ..
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Orangetas 51-55, F 39 Responses 15 Jul 21, 2011