Hey, people, let me tell you the story of Oreo the horse.

Seven years ago in not-so-wild-any-more state of Texas a horse was born.

In a warm and cosy barn not far away from Pasadena a pretty young mare was to give birth to her first colt. The Mummy and the Daddy who ran the farm were waiting eagerly to see the baby and their three kids where even more eager. It was already late and children should be sleeping soundly in their beds but on a special day like this no ordinary rules applied. So five of them was waiting as the pretty mare was struggling to let her colt see the world.

It didn't take long when a pair of tiny black hoofs could be seen and just minutes later long stick-like legs were visible, as black as a moonless night. 'It's a black colt!' shouted little Dorothy, for it was the name of the youngest daughter in the farmers family. Some time later Tim, the only son of Mummy and Daddy shouted 'It's a black&white colt!'. After another half an hour passed a baby horse was lying on the straw and the pretty mare was licking him to prepare him for his first night in the world. The Mummy, the Daddy, Dorothy, Tim and Kathy, who was not less and not more but eleven years, everybody was looking with amazement at the baby horse. For it wasn't a black horse, nor was it a black&white horse. It was black&white&black horse and when he stood up, shaking on his long black stick-like legs, everybody could clearly see that only his belly and back was white.

'He looks like Oreo!' shouted Tim and from this second on, everybody called the colt Oreo, after the chocolate cookies with white cream in between.

Oreo grew big and strong and his mum and the farmers family watched him becoming a fine horse. After one cold winter, one green spring, one hot summer and one romantic autumn passed, so roughly speaking after about a year, Oreo was ready to go and see the world. It was a difficult goodbye but a new and beautiful stable in the Far and Wild Wild East was awaiting Oreo to come from Texas.

One thing that was not mentioned is the fact, that Oreo was very very unhappy. And unhappiness made him angry and mean. And the reason he was unhappy was that he hated being an oreo. He wanted to be a black, black horse, as black as only a moonless night or a horse can be and be called Thunder. Or Devil. Or something like that. At least, he wanted to be a white horse, as white as only a first snow can be and than be called Angel or Pegasus. But he didn't want to be called Oreo and to be black and white and black. Poor Oreo didn't know how beautiful and unusual he was and clearly he did not know how delicious and sweet orios are. And even having everything, good food, nice barn, and people who loved him, Oreo was not feeling good.

O don't know if any of this ever happened, except of the fact that Oreo certainly was born and with hight probability this event took place somewhere in the USA. What I know is that he is a damn beast ready to bite at any moment and it seems he vowed to himself to bite and torment me. And even a splash of cold water straight in the nostril did not help. Oreo shows me his teeth and ocasionaly his tong whenever he can. The only thing I get is a wild expression in his eyes and ears flat onto back of his head. And I'm pretty sure one day he'll get what he wants and I will bear mark of his teeth for long weeks.

The one thing that could save me is to ride Oreo and show him, who's the boss.

The problem is that for now - he is.