Today, I am going to write about a story about a horse. I heard this story from my grand father when I was a child. Since I was impressed by it, I remember the story today.
The horse was raised by my great-grand father in time of the Second World War. I heard that my great-grand father was quiet but self-possessed person and had a tender heart. My great-grand father was a farmer. He cultivated farms to raise crops. He sold woods to earn money for the help of family budget, too. He went to neighboring towns with his horse everyday to sell the woods. Way to the town was not short, so it took a lot of time.
In that time my family was poor and my great-grand father worked very hard. After he finished the working on the farm, my great-grand father and the horse started out to neighboring towns. Because they left their house at sunset, after the work of farm was over, they came home late at night. When great-grand father was so tired from working all day, he sometimes fell into sleep on the wagon during coming home. But he could reach his home! The horse was very wise, my grand father said. The horse memorized all the way from house to next town. Although the way was very long, the horse could walk along all by himself! It is hard for human to memorize the long way, too. But the horse never forget, stopped, ran away, and being lazy. How reliable the horse is! I feel happy when I imagine the walking horse with an elderly man under the stars in the sky. It should be nice a wise horse take us by himself at night. And I can feel how my great-grand father loved his horse. There was very marvelous friendship. Horse was our family then.
But such peaceful life was broken. In that time, Japan began the Second World War. Many boys are went to foreign country and never returned. Many agricultural horses were also taken by war for carry weapons. My great-grand father’s horse was too. My family had only one horse, it was so sad to lose the great lovely horse, I think. The horse should feel so sad too. When the war is over, humans can return their home as long as they live. But, horses cannot return their home because horses can become foods for humans. There was no food for beaten people in foreign country. I feel very sad when I think about the horse was eaten. If there was no war the horse could surely live more.
