“They caught us, me and another horse. They put a jacket over our eyes and led us out. We panicked.We are standing tied up to a tree.” It’s hot.

The other horses in the paddock flee at a galopp. Enormous chaos. A metal object shimmers.

“Two men are hitting us hard.“

It feels like I am attending the scene. One horse conveys enormous pain over his back. The other horse lays on the ground, his head is hanging and blood seeps from one of his nostrils. His eyes stare into the empty air.I close my eyes and don’t know what to believe. Does the owner know about this? In the next moment I see a woman squatting and crying. She has the dead horse’s head in her lap and rocks back and forth moaning.

A prolouge from book one, Listen to the Animals.