Warning! this has some blood in it!
I was watching the little foals while their mothers had a break to graze when a small filly came up to me and asked “Could you tell us a story? I’m bored.”
“Oh. Well, I guess if you want a story go get your friends to come here!” The little foal nodded and trotted over to the others and told them to come so I could tell them a story.
When everyone was settled down I said “Now what story should I tell you all?” One foal pipped up “Tell us about what you did when you were our age!” the others all whined in agreement. “Well ok then.”
“ I was born in Ancient greece, The mighty son of zeus, Percyes chopped of my mom's head her name was Medusa. From her blood I sprang out with my brother Chysaor. I flew away.
Eventually word spread about me and a hero Bellerophon an enchanted briddell to tame me. The only reason he tamed me was that he had help from the goddess Athena.
Me and Bellerophon went on many quests together like how we battled the Amazons ( Fierce Women warriors ) even killed the chimaera (A monster who had a goat attached to one side the other side a lion and in the middle a dragon and a snake on his tail) but a eventually Bellerophon got to cocy and made me fly up to Olympas but before we could get there Zeus sent a gadfly and bit me so I bucked and Bellerophon fell to his death.”
“And that is my past and the rest is history.”