He was your horse. A gorgeous black horse, with a long mane, and a strong build.

He was picky about his owners. He only let you, no one else, ride him.

It was a Saturday afternoon. He was walking along a little ways behind you, keeping an eye on his master. After he noticed you getting tired of walking, he lowered his head, and gently bit your shirt. He picked you up, turning his head and gently setting you on his back. The horse gave a soft neigh, as he looked at you.