There is a road which marks the end of Johnsons' family ranch... Or perhaps the fields other side are also their properties.. they are so rich.

A car is coming from the distance... i decide to stay close to the fence, to have a look at it when it is passing by... i feel safe this side of the enclosure.

The driver stops his car as he passes before me... He is pointing in my direction, speaking to a very high class woman... i don't understand what he says, but the answer comes to me.

- Thanks I didn't see her, the Wilsons are probably punishing a spook...

- The Wilsons? I think this field belongs to the Johnsons.

- Are you sure? How is it possible to be so rich...

- A capture? Nah, this one doesn't look like an African pony... her skin is so pale, light brown...

- Yes, but have a look at her pubic hair. Her head is freshly shaved, but I am sure it is the same.

- Probably a half-blood... I always have known the Johnsons get too close to their property...

- The Wilsons!

- They do all the same, it's disgusting.

This time, it's too much for me, to be reminded i am no longer human. i turn on my hooves and brutally trot back to the ranch.

- Hey.. you said half-breed, but she has the asscheeks of a red one...

- Oh darling, you are so cruel. Let's go on our way.