A horse must ride free. That is all he must do. And so the horse said goodbye to all his friends, and ran. The little beagle who loved him the most tried to run with him, but the distances got further and stranger- & with a heavy heart, the little beagle returned to the barn. Stories spread of where all the horse could be. Could he have found another home- all the way in China? China was the other side of the world wasn’t it? If it was, he may as well be there. Maybe he didn’t get too far? Maybe just a few towns ahead, he found a nice mare and settled down. Maybe he joined the racing biz. He did love running. These were hard to believe but so was the fact that a horse had escaped the barn. The horse also wondered- would anyone believe what had happened? That a horse believed in his freedom so much that he found himself propelled from the edge of a cliff, off the edge of the world. That he passed through the red hot pressures of the atmosphere until he was breathing into a space bubble he floated in. Believe this most outlandish land, where his hooves burnt the ground as he galloped breathlessly, waiting for his next mission. No one would believe he has gone further than China. Including himself. Alone, he neighed himself into sedation night after night. On one such night, as he began neighing, he was interrupted with a space bubble. It wasn’t his beagle friend- as his heart had hoped. It was a monkey. Instinctively, the horse raised his head in fear and defiance. Years of domestication warned him of this. The monkey climbed out of its bubble & didn’t introduce itself. It had its own past & instincts. Masterfully jumping on the the horses back, it dug its claws in. The horse, froze. Halted, as the blood (in which ran his notions of freedom) dripped down his neck. He had run all the way to this new planet- to understand that freedom was relative. What a wasteful joke by the universe. In blind obedience, he trotted with the monkey on his back- neighing softly, in protest. On earth, men in a room celebrated with sandwiches made of the horses barnyard friends.They had established humanity on a new planet- without sending humans. What a time to be alive!