The Creation of the Mustang
By Janet Hickman
When the
Lord was creating mustangs, he was into his sixth day of overtime,
An angel
appeared and said, “You fiddling around on this one”
The Lord
asked, “Have you read the description on this horse?”
A mustang
must be able to trot for miles a day with the herd or carrying a rider
that a domestic horse could never hold up to.
They have
to be able to move at a nanosecond’s notice and not think twice of the
danger their lives are in from predators.
They have
to be able to eat sagebrush and scrub grass and stay in top physical
condition at all times,
they must be surefooted for the terrain they are
to live in, and have wings on their hooves to outrun the cougar.
The angel
sadly shook her head “Wings on their hooves…. No way”
“Its not
the wings giving me the problems” Replied the Lord “It’s the three pairs
of eyes a mustang must have”
“That’s
on the standard model?” The angel asked.
The Lord
nodded. “One pair that sees what is ahead of the herd and where they are
going to drink next.
Another pair here in the side of their head to see
their herd members and keep them safe.
And another pair of eyes in back
so they can look for predators waiting to jump on them from behind.”
“Lord”
said the angel, touching his sleeve. “Rest and work on this tomorrow.”
“I can’t”
said the Lord, “I already have a model that can carry a 200 lb person
over 20 miles a day,
and will be ready to do it again the next day.”
The angel
circled the model of the Mustang very slowly, “Can it think?”
“You
bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you where danger lies in the trail
ahead, and can recall hidden water holes in their sleep.
And all the
while they have to keep their wits about themselves.
This Mustang also
has phenomenal sense of caring, so they can be gentled by the person
they pick to make their own.
And still they rarely get the recognition
for what they can do from anyone, other than a fellow mustang lover.
Finally,
the angel ran her finger across the cheek of the Mustang.
“There’s
a leak” she pronounced.
“Lord,
it’s a tear.”
“What’s
the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s a
tear from the bottled-up emotions for fallen mustangs.
A tear for
commitment to their chosen person.
It’s a tear for all the pain and
suffering they have encountered at the hands of mankind.
It’s a tear
for their forgiveness for the suffering and cruelty of man.
And it’s
a tear for their commitment to caring for and loving their humans!”
Said the Lord.
“What a
wonderful feature Lord, you’re a genius” said the angel.
The Lord
looked somber and said “I didn’t put it there.
