So.....here I am...........and here is MY story!

There’s not much to tell

really...... As you can

see, I’m just a horse.

Apparently......I was orphaned by my real Mum. She was nice but

I think she had too many spectators and got pissed off and left

me.

So.....my owner at the time kept me alive.

She thought I was ugly. But she played with me LOTS!! I learnt

how to run and chase her, I even kicked a ball around.

But as I got bigger, she got rid of me.

I spent a year and a half in one small paddock doing NOTHING!!!

When people came in my paddock, I loved it, I could chase them,

rear at them and even try to bite. That was fun, but they didn’t

get me, so I got smacked with sticks. I was just two.

Then my luck changed – I was sent away to be started. A lady who

knew what she was doing worked with me every day. She said I

was going to have a lot of potential.

But then back in the paddock after two weeks.

I killed a fluffy sheep one day.......

Now people really don’t like me.

Then....one day a man with grey hair and his daughter turned up

to see me.

I showed him how big I was on two legs....but he just stood there

and continued to work with me So I stood there nicely. He was

quiet, patient and I liked him. He left, then his daughter and him

came back and got me a week later......

And here I am, living on a

farm in a place called

Gore, south island NZ. My

name is Banjo.

She is learning how to teach

me....and I’m teaching her.

ALOT.

Goal for her:

•lose this tie down!!

•just ride me with no BIT!!

(But we are still working on that)

Eventually......

This is central otago, NZ