September Sun

"What kind of horse are you?" I asked a boy as he raced past me in the stable.  "I am a WILD horse he shouted breathlessly as he dodged a young girl who was chasing him.

Later, I peeked inside of a stall where that same boy was snorting, stomping the dust on the ground and making big noises.  Someone was gaurding the door talking calming to him.  "What happened to the wild horse?" I inquired.  I was informed that he had been caught and was going to be trained for riding.  The wild horse piped up from inside the stall "I am a wild horse and I should be outside!"

Enjoy the moments from Thursday's tribe finding their WILD.

Emily Hart Roth