Black Beauty

By Anna Sewell


I found in my library a very interesting book that was about horses, how they feel and love. How they show their emotion and how they refuse to be treated in a bad way.
The author was writing the book from the perspective of the horse, the hero of the book.


In 29 chapters, the horse talks about his life and what it was like. Starting from the beginning when he was a colt with his mother in their first home, going through his life until he became an old horse. He describes homes that he has lived in and owners, grooms, and stables.


However, while you reading through the chapters you will forget that you are reading about an animal, it seems that you’re reading about a human life.


(( “When I look back, my first memories are of a large rolling meadow with a small pond. Green, shady trees leaned over the pond, and water lilies grew in the deep end.
As a colt, I was too young to eat grass so I lived on my mother’s milk, in the daytime I ran at her side and at night I slept beside her. During the warm weather we used to stand by the pond in the shade of the trees. In the winter we went to warm shed near an apple orchard.))


This is how the black horse describes the beginning of his life and how his first home was nice with a warm-hearted Mother and a living owner.


One day his Mother came to him and said: “I hope you will grow up gentle and good and never learn bad ways. Do your work well, lift up your feet when you trot, and never bite or kick, even when you are just playing?”


And he never forgot his Mother's advice. A the time when he enjoyed his home and good food, his master talked to him as if he were his child and he spoke in a very warm voice: what a handsome horse you are, I will call you ” BLACK BEAUTY”. And since this time everyone knew who Black Beauty was.


During his life ,Black Beauty was sold to different owners and he heard a lot about bad behaviour because if bad treatment...? and he could not believe it until he was treated by a very bad owner and in the end he was a broken-down horse and felling? to would have been merciful to shoot.

A sad story! Be careful with the word 'how'. Also, check your spelling.