There it lay.
Weakening. Saddened. Dying. Not dead but dying.
So the master started to yell at it, but from then on the horse couldn’t talk.
So the master kicked it, and the horse stopped moving.
So the master went a way for a while and thought. He devised a plan and resolve of the likes that’s never been seen before.
He came back and stared at the horse. The horse stared back, then looked away. So the master yelled at it. The horse yelled back. The master kicked it, and the horse kicked back.
The master sat down and chose to never leave. The horse was dying,
but it was already dead,
but it still had a chance to live.
all it needed was some water.