This isnt about canterwood crest, just something i wrote thats about horse slaughter and how wrong it is.

Im cold and alone, lost and scared.

Where is my mommy?

Wait, I hear something.

It sounds like she's hurt.

So much noise!

It's all silent now…

Where has she gone?

Oh wait, they're coming for me,

WHAT DO THEY WANT WITH ME?

I'm cold and alone,, lost and scared.

I just found my mommy, she is dead,

and now they want to kill me too.

I must face my fate, and leave this world.

Now I'm colder, and more alone.

Lying o the floor…

Don't forget me.