They call me Thor.
I have what the humans call a “sponsor”. I don’t really know what that means or how I got one. I think it must be a name for the person that scares you the least. My sponsor is a little person with a soft voice. But she can talk! From the time I first came to Equamore, she stood outside my stall and spoke to me. On and on and on, day after day after day she spoke to me. Eventually I got used to her voice – it is calming in a way – but I have no idea what she has been talking about all these months now. She even talks to me in the field! Now after months of listening to her, I let her rub my face, scratch my ears and sometimes brush my neck in the hopes it will quiet her down. Did I mention she brings me carrots and special mints? Now I am embarrassed to say I nicker when I see her come into the barn. Oh well, she’s tiny and seems harmless for a human and I can take a little ribbing about letting her touch me from Hoover.
Here is the part I do not understand. I am a large and fearsome horse, I can’t be led, I have never been groomed, and I surely will never be ridden. Some humans say I am a danger to be around. I love that! And I have a sponsor. My best friend Hoover is good looking, easy with humans and has such a touching story. But he does not have a sponsor. How can that be? Finn doesn’t have sponsor either. Finn is awesome – he is a good friend to me and Hoover, he seems happy around humans and his story is as tough as Hoover’s. How can that be?
Uh oh. I have a sponsor, but Hoover and Finn don’t. This is not good. I need to either lose my little sponsor or somehow find one for Hoover and Finn. Things are going well at the moment, but when the other shoe drops, I want to be in the same line with those guys. Now I am worried again…..
I am Thor and I am an Equamore horse.
