A Horse’s Life


What do they do, all day?

Many don’t think of this. Many don’t care.


Stuck in their stables. Stuck between four walls. Stuck living next to others they can only see and smell, not even touch.

Some have games, enrichment so to speak: plastic balls hung from the ceiling, bars of salt to lick.


But what do they do, all day?


Until they’re taken out for their forced labour.


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