A Filly Named Flash
Flash was the name my brothers chose for the beautiful little filly born on our farm. As I recall she had a white diamond-shaped spot on her forehead and white-stockinged legs. Otherwise she was a solid bronzish red. Flash became very tame, and we all had high hopes for a great riding companion when she got old enough to break to ride. Then disaster struck.
On a bright morning after an overnight rain, we found her dead near the pasture fence. She had not been torn by animals, and she had not been sick. We concluded that she must have been struck by lightening, although no one remembered hearing thunder the night before.
We left the carcass where it lay in the far corner of the pasture. Many months later, after the bones had become bare and bleached, my brothers found a clean bullet hole in the forehead of the skull bones.
Knowing that Flash's death was caused either by malicious intent or carelessness was not a happy discovery.
Acts of God are sometimes hard to come to terms with, but senseless destruction by man is even more difficult to fathom.
On a bright morning after an overnight rain, we found her dead near the pasture fence. She had not been torn by animals, and she had not been sick. We concluded that she must have been struck by lightening, although no one remembered hearing thunder the night before.
We left the carcass where it lay in the far corner of the pasture. Many months later, after the bones had become bare and bleached, my brothers found a clean bullet hole in the forehead of the skull bones.
Knowing that Flash's death was caused either by malicious intent or carelessness was not a happy discovery.
Acts of God are sometimes hard to come to terms with, but senseless destruction by man is even more difficult to fathom.
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