Narrator:Joey is an amazing horse,he was seperated from his mother when he just about to turn six months old.It was in a horse sale.He walked around the ring wondering where his mother was,she was already sold.Everyone was staring at Joey now.

Father:(Harshly)Not bad for three guines is he?Are you ,my little fireband?Not bad at all.

Narattor:Joey knew that it was the voice of his new owner.He looked up at his owner he had a red face,Joey did not wish to call him his master.His owner and his friends were about to touch him but Joey backed away.At once they all grabbed him and tightend a rope around his neck.All of them sat on his back,when he knew they were realaxed he would kick his legs violently.They had put a holter around his neck and stood up.

Father:So you're quite the fighter,are you?

Father:I like a fighter.But i'll break you one way or the other.Quite the little fighting cock you are,but you'll be eating out of my hand quick as a twick!

Narrator:Joey was dragged along the streets,the holter on his face was starting rub his face raw.Once they reached his new home,Joey was coverd in sweat and was so exausted.Next to joeys stable was another horse.

Father:(Shoving Joey in the stable.)Get in there you old ratbag!

Father:Proper nuisance Zoey,and I dont want you teaching this young'un your old tricks.

Narrator:Joey's owner went into a small cottage,he could hear shouting.Than a young boy came out and stared at him.

Albert:Mother!

Albert:That would be wonderful and brave horse.Look how he holds his head!Look at him mother.Hes wet all over

Mother:Your father said not to touch him!

Albert:You knowwhat I have just the name for you.I will call you Joey!