Black Beauty is grazing in a large field with his two best friends, Ginger and Merrylegs. They all can sense a storm of rain is approaching, due to the scent of rain in the air.

Merrylegs raises his head from the grass, looking up at the sky. “Well… it’s sure a nice day today… I suppose..” The small white pony says, albeit a bit awkward.

“It won’t be nice for very long,” Ginger, a chestnut mare, says, looking up at the sky. “Not with the weather approaching us. Hopefully the humans bring us inside soon.”

“They will, I’m sure of it,” Black Beauty says reassuringly. Merryleg’s ears suddenly flick forward alert. “Golly, look at that!” He exclaims, trotting over the fence. Ginger and Black Beauty both look at each other before joining him at the fence.

“Who are they?” Black Beauty asks. Merrylegs looks up at the tall black stallion. “Wild horses. They come here often. They love to play in the trees and the breeze,” He explains. Ginger, though, spots something.

“Something feels off though. They look like they’re running from something.” She says, leaning her long neck over the fence. She was right. Pursuing the wild horses were three men on horse back, flailing lassos around.

“Why are they swirling ropes like that?” Ginger asks. Merrylegs sighs. “To hopefully catch at least one horse and break them,” He says, making Black Beauty widen his eyes. “BREAK?!”

“It means trained,” Merrylegs explains once more. The trio continues to watch the men chase the herd of the freewill horses.