{"id":2107,"date":"2026-05-20T11:21:35","date_gmt":"2026-05-20T16:21:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/?p=2107"},"modified":"2026-05-20T11:21:35","modified_gmt":"2026-05-20T16:21:35","slug":"horse-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/2026\/05\/horse-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Horse Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Of course I galloped into this world on four legs.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">My hooves thundered in time with my mother\u2019s heartbeat.<\/span><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">Every time she craved a taco, I whinnied.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">When they named me Pickle, I guzzled my own brine<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">and shook my mane in delight. I cantered off<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">into a new moon lullaby. Someone was always singing<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">to me, feeding me sugar lumps.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I grew up careful, thinking carrots could be fingers,<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">praised for my gentleness. I let the ferrier hammer<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">on iron shoes and admired them when all they gave<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">me was blisters. I allowed saddles and reins,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">let myself be blinkered into a trot, but eventually<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I had my head. I reared. I lost myself in the wind.<\/span><br role=\"presentation\" \/><span dir=\"ltr\" role=\"presentation\">I danced until I split free<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Of course I galloped into this world on four legs.My hooves thundered in time with my mother\u2019s heartbeat.Every time she craved a taco, I whinnied.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[31],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2107"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2108,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2107\/revisions\/2108"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2107"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2107"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/sagebrushreview.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2107"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}