Peace Crane by Hilary Taylor

Peace Crane by Hilary Taylor
Picture by Justin Wyatt
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This magical story has a touch of the supernatural. When an injured crane is found and nursed, something happens, something magical and inspiring...

Gentle Footprints launched- AS SEEN ON TV

Gentle Footprints was officially launched Fri June 4th at the Hay Festival with guest speaker Virginia McKenna and some of the authors


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Virginia McKenna at Hay Launch

Virginia McKenna at Hay Launch

Animal Anthology To Raise Funds for Born Free

Bridge House Publishing announce new book coming Spring 2010. For more about Bridge House please see their website.
This book is the annual charity book for Born Free...if you want to get involved with promoting and selling this book- email me!

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Thursday 18 March 2010

The Horse as a Symbol

Whether it is in literature, poetry, art, or other forms of artistic expression, the symbol of the horse can stir and awaken us deep down in our souls.
The horse signifies something very grand and worthy, almost sacred, and deserving of our worship. We are at once both sickened and fascinated at how such a revered beast as the horse can inspire great worship as well as meet up with so much cruelty and utter disregard (as in the classic story of Black Beauty). Black Beauty was of course one of the first to be famous but we also have The Horse Whisperer, Steinbeck’s The Red Pony, War Horse by Michael Morpurgo, The Water Horse by Dick King Smith and many, many, many more.
For lists of horses in literature, myth and film see:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fictional_horses

What can we learn from the following tale from The Brothers Grimm?




The Fox and the Horse
A farmer had a horse that had been an excellent faithful servant to him: but he was now grown too old to work; so the farmer would give him nothing more to eat, and said, ’I want you no longer, so take yourself off out of my stable; I shall not take you back again until you are stronger than a lion.’ Then he opened the door and turned him adrift.
The poor horse was very melancholy, and wandered up and down in the wood, seeking some little shelter from the cold wind and rain. Presently a fox met him: ’What’s the matter, my friend?’ said he, ’why do you hang down your head and look so lonely and woe-begone?’ ’Ah!’ replied the horse, ’justice and avarice never dwell in one house; my master has forgotten all that I have done for him so many years, and because I can no longer work he has turned me adrift, and says unless I become stronger than a lion he will not take me back again; what chance can I have of that? he knows I have none, or he would not talk so.’
However, the fox bid him be of good cheer, and said, ’I will help you; lie down there, stretch yourself out quite stiff, and pretend to be dead.’ The horse did as he was told, and the fox went straight to the lion who lived in a cave close by, and said to him, ’A little way off lies a dead horse; come with me and you may make an excellent meal of his carcase.’ The lion was greatly pleased, and set off immediately; and when they came to the horse, the fox said, ’You will not be able to eat him comfortably here; I’ll tell you what–I will tie you fast to his tail, and then you can draw him to your den, and eat him at your leisure.’
This advice pleased the lion, so he laid himself down quietly for the fox to make him fast to the horse. But the fox managed to tie his legs together and bound all so hard and fast that with all his strength he could not set himself free. When the work was done, the fox clapped the horse on the shoulder, and said, ’Jip! Dobbin! Jip!’ Then up he sprang, and moved off, dragging the lion behind him. The beast began to roar and bellow, till all the birds of the wood flew away for fright; but the horse let him sing on, and made his way quietly over the fields to his master’s house.
’Here he is, master,’ said he, ’I have got the better of him’: and when the farmer saw his old servant, his heart relented, and he said. ’Thou shalt stay in thy stable and be well taken care of.’ And so the poor old horse had plenty to eat, and lived–till he died.

Coming tomorrow (final post) Horses and Welfare

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