What does it take for a herd of mustangs to be “wild”? Is it simply that they are able to gallop free across the plains? Or is it more?
Mike wanted to push the envelope of wildness. It was what spurred him on. And so, despite the fact there is no textbook, no school, he decided to start tattooing his buddies.
His first attempt went well. Gripping sharp sticks between his hooves and dipping them into red clay, he managed to ink a skull and crossbones along the side of Ralph, the same horse who would deliberately eat fermented fruit.
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