Poor Black Wind... Once he was as free as the wind. He could run wherever he wanted to. It was his w...
Poor Black Wind... Once he was as free as the wind. He could run wherever he wanted to. It was his world. He was born to be a wild horse on the huge plains of Arabia. But everything changed when some men captured him. Now he spends his days on a farm, pulling carts. Whenever you look at him, you see how sad and depressed he became. He's just the mere shadow of himself. How proud and strong he may had been. It needs to be changed. You made up your mind. You will set him free. This is the golden oppurtinity. Good luck and have fun!
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