The Next Morning

The next morning after the horses got here, they were stand offish. I don’t blame them. They had no idea what was going to happen. They stood in the corner, all together and did not want to move. They refused to come close to the fence. They would not eat or drink anything. They did not like the other horses, they did not like the cows and they hated the donkeys. They were not having the time of their lives the next morning, but I know it will get better.