Thoughts of the Day: The mind is a complex and sometimes catastrophic thing. It controls your entire being, every thought, every action. The mind can also betray you, trick you, become your own undoing. Then again, the mind can reward you, with intense intellect, compassion, or anything else imaginable. So why is it then, that we fear the mind like we do? We are always so concerned with what we do, that we will mess up, and blame on someone else. We are responsible for our actions, are we not? But then again, why not blame it on the mind, it is it's fault that we did what we did. Right?

Think again.

Narrator: Shall we describe our intellectual star? Some say that they don't like horses with exotic coats that stand out from the crowd, that horses should blend with their surroundings and become one with the earth. I, on the other hand think opposite. I think a horse with a distinct coat is beautiful within itself. Blue roan you may call him. His coat is a grey/blue tint whereas his head, legs, and mane/tail are a solid black. There also appears to have been some paint heritage within him, for he has stripes, quite like that of a zebra's running up and down his legs, only they are the color of his mid-section. He is built finely, with a constructed head and massive haunches, as is typical of the AQH breed. Silhouette is stocky and somewhat shorter than most stallion's, he is built lower to to ground for speed and power, as well as excelling in jumping. He's rugged and tough, as were his great ancestors the Mustangs.

But enough about him, let him tell his own story.

The early morning sun began to peak over the horizon as birds began chirping and the crickets ceased for the day. The river was still, only disturbed by the faint ripples caused by the fish searching for breakfast. The sky was a glorious array of light, peaked with gold and only slightly hinting of the night before red. As more and more animals began to wake and begin their day, a lone stag slept quietly beneath the bows of a willow tree. His black nose was pressed softly into the topography and his knees were folded beneath him. Birds swooped over top of him, searching for the early worm, but he did not stir. He slept on, serenely, unbeknowest of the world around him.

A cricket hopped over the emerald grass blades as it made it's way back into seclusion for the day. He jumped closer and closer to the sleeping stallion. The cricket came to a halt less than an inch away from the stallion's nose, and paused for half a second, before it lept directly into the stallion's nostril. Silhouette jerked awake and snorted fantastically, sending the cricket flying to God knows where. The blue stallion blinked slowly, gathering his bearing as he looked around him slowly. He smiled as he took in what had occurred and laughed softly to himself. Silhouette yawned widely and then placed his front legs before him and launched himself into the air. His mane was tangled haphazardly, and twigs and burrs were caught in his usually silken tail.

He surveyed these circumstances with a scrutinizing eye, and found them unacceptable. He gave one look around and then lumbered in the direction of the rushing of the river. Once he reached the embankment he lowered his proud cranium to the clear water's and drank, feeling the coolness run down his throat and wake him up instantly. Without notice, he leaned back on his powerful haunches and launched himself forward into the water, creating a tidal-wave strong enough to knock over another equine. He pawed the water, splashing his mane and chest, cleansing himself. He trod further into the water until his hooves no longer met the mud beneath them. He swam a few strides away then turned back, his head the only thing poking out over the water's surface.

He made his way back to the bank slowly, savoring the rush of the cool water on his skin. As he reached it, he clambered up the embankment and shook magnificently, sending a cascade of water droplets in all directions.

Thoughts of the Day: I'd never given much thought to how life was supposed to be lived, or if their was a purpose in life at all. But I believe we all have something to live for, whether it be to change another's life, or teach a child to live another way, we all have worth in being. Even the criminals, the dirty, the sly, they have a purpose. A purpose to warn us of what we are all capable of, what we are capable of doing. So I have to ask, what are you listening to? Or whom? I will listen to myself, and live on the path set before me. A life that I choose, that I feel will lead me right. Through hardship and turmoil, through crazy love and more. Dedication, is perseverance. Strength shall lead the way.

Narrator: Pure in body and soul, our handsome star is. But there is no wrong in living a life full of TLC, is there? Perhaps you may laugh and scorn him, thinking how rash and foolish he is to think that he can live life safely and pure! But in truth, all of us is capable of living that way, we simply choose to fight what we know and change the way of living. To be unique, special, or whatever other word we use today, in truth none of us are unique, unless we make it so.

Silhouette began to make his way back up the small slope until a rustling caught his attention. A rustling...or a voice? No, a rustling, for he dismissed it as so, yet continued to stand stock still, faining lack of interest but, swiveling well practiced ears. Suddenly an angry voice called out to him. A moron? But what could I have done? The blue roan turned, bewildered and locked eyes with a precocious mare glaring harshly at him, positively dripping a waterfall from her shoulders up. Silhouette repressed a laugh at her grungy appearance, although a faint glimpse of his suave smile appeared on his maw for a fraction of a second.

Yet then, it vanished and his face was the usual, handsomely lazy look once more. His onyx eyes were soft and enticing, and his entire expression gave off sincerity, as his unfortunately sexy baritone tunes reached out to her.

"My apologies, querida, I was unaware the morning enticed another as it does me."

He subconsciously tilted his head, giving her that lopsided smile that drove others insane. In truth, he knew partially what he was doing, once he realized it, for he was not one to like anyone to be angry with him. But then again, how can one be so attractive and not have their every move look like a chocolate cupcake?