Once upon a time, in a land far from where I am currently sitting there was a horse named Schrog.

Schrog was a noble horse of grand stature. Well, at least that is what Schrog was considered to be, for what Schrog really liked to do was get down and dirty, creating a mess and running afoul of things, for whilst he was a horse of grand stature, he was also a horse that liked mischief and did not care for the machinations of people.

It was very difficult for people to ride Schrog. It was not difficult for people to approach him, but it was always difficult to ride him, for he did not enjoy the act of being ridden and much preferred to run wild and free at whatever pace he so desired to run.

Of course this caused all sorts of problems for there were needs for horses to get around the area with quick speed and horses in the area were usually few.

Some people had accepted that Schrog was not going to change and become more complicit, whereas others kept on trying and kept on failing.

Despite it being likely that it was better to let Schrog be Schrog, the ones who kept on trying to get Schrog to be more complicit  kept on trying due to one thing: Schrog was the best horse in the area and not by an insignificant amount.

There was no getting around the fact that, whilst the horses in the area were fast and nimble, Schrog was able to outpace them with ease whilst also keeping the ride feeling comfortable.

Schrog seemed to glide through the air whilst still being able to maneuver around objects with ease. He would be able to take turns without losing too much speed, knew when to stop and when to slow down without fail.

The few that were able to ride Schrog were unable to find themselves anything less than impressed and could not help but talk about the experiences that they had, despite how few and seemingly random they were.

One day, when everything seemed all okay and uneventful, there was an emergency that had arisen.

People needed to travel far across the land in a short amount of time and none of the regular horses were up for the task.

Of course, the only horse that could get across the land quickly was Schrog.

Of course, Schrog being Schrog, didn’t care whatsoever and did not want to be ridden.

People were not happy about this and so they took out the regular horses.

A few days later they came back, successful in their support and quite dissatisfied with Schrog.

At this point they did not care that Schrog was a noble horse of grand stature. They had had enough of this horse that did not like being ridden, so they approached Schrog and prepared to capture him.

Of course Schrog easily noticed this, kicked one of the people and took off.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 11:01:72

Could have been faster, but I’m not too fussed.

Really struggled with this.
Kind of satisfied with the result.

I can’t decide as to whether Schrog is a good or terrible name for a horse.

Written at home.