Misunderstood

My name is Buttercup, and I am a wild mustang. I was rounded up when I was 8 months old. I lost my beloved family and I was all alone. I moved from place to place because every where I went the people were afraid of me. I am a good girl and I would never hurt any one. The people would never let me out of my stall, they were afraid I would run away and maybe just maybe they were right. My whole life I had never been locked up, I was always free, and now I could not even see the trees or the grass. I was so sad. One day the people took me to a man who promised he could ride me in 30 days. He was very mean to me and... . . . (to read the remainder of this article, please log in below.)