Once upon the time there was a white wildhorse. He lived in a sunny savannah area in Africa. He was very proud of his unique white colour and fabulous white mane. The White thougt he was the
most perfect wildhorse in the whole world. The white wildhorse liked to praise his outlook and his achievements. He enjoyed commenting even if there was someting little wrong with the other
horses. He used to stroll among his herd and remarked of almost anyting to everybody. The favourite topics of his wicked comments were: untidyness of the fur, the unglossness of the mane and
bad carriage. After having said his brief comments, he broke into hilarious laugh.
The only thing he desired of were the fancy horses of the rich prince. Every early morning he sneaked out to peer the fancy horses of the rich prince throug the black metallic barriers.
The White watched keenly how the morning sunbeam lighted the horses' beautiful mane and made them glitter. He was almost devastaded because of his deep enviness. This was the reason why he bullied other
animal. His peekingmoments were always interrupted by the grooms of the rich prince, when they fetched the horses to their morning rehearsals. After that he shuffled along the sand back to his own "not-so-perfect" herd.
The White was very irritated of the curious questions of its' herd friends; where he had been to, why he hadn't been taking care of the others' safetiness.
One morning made an exception to the other mornings. These following unlucky happenings changed not only his and but also his ancestors' entire lives.
This particular morning The White went once again to watch The Star, The Lightning and Sebastian. Unfortunately he didn't notice that the barriers of the fence had just been painted. He leaned on the fence, as always and pushed his head carefully through the barriers so that he could see easily into the inneryard of the stables. He could see how the horses were eating carrots and whinnied happily to each other.
The White thought it was unfair that he couldn't do the same, even in his opinion, he was almost as beautiful as the fancy horses in the richman's stable. Then he did something unthoughtfull and mean; he shouted:
- You are the ugliest and the most disgusting horses in the whole world ever!
Of course The White didn't mean that, but he had said so because he was so envious. Then it was all quiet. After that the refined horses lifted their surprised heads up one by one, and turned to watch the unknown rascal, who
just had intruded his head upon their home. The Lightning was a young brave stallion and he broke the silence.
- What on earth did you just say? it whinnied angrily.
The Star was offended by the insults and started to cry. Sebastian shouted back:
- How dare you insult us, noble horses?
Then they marched side by side towards The White. The White got scared and hastily tried to pull his head off the fence, but it had got stuck. He pulled and pulled, but the head stayed between the barriers.
The White almost gave up, but then he summoned his courage and tried once more. Surprisingly he got his head off the fence! But almost all of his white bristle had stayed in the wet paint. The White realised
this was his opportunity to escape and he started to gallop back home savannah. When The White finally reached his herd, nobody recognised him anymore. The White was astonished and he didn't know what the others meant.
He cried loudly to everybody:
- I am the White and I belong to your herd! Please stop kidding me! This is a serious matter! I'm serious!
Then The White saw the reflection in the rippling waterpuddle. It wasn't his face who looked back at him, but it was some creature with ugly, stripy, and short hair. The White was terrified with the sight and screamed spine-chillingly. After that The White galloped crying far away.
After many, many years there had been seen an entire herd of white and black striped wildhorses in an African island called Madagaskar. Propably the White was one of them. He was undoubtably so shocked that he had swum over the ocean to the Madagaskar to find his own peaceful place. He had found a nice looking female wildhorse, who had fell in love with The White's unique stripes. They had got very many children, who all got black stripes. There they all lived happily together forever after.
Well ofcourse, there had to be a name to this unique breed. The white and black striped wildhorses became zebras. Why zebras? That would be a whole new story...
Written by Iida Järvenpää, (12 years old), Finland.
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