"So, you wish to know just a little more of me, eh? How sweet!" the unicorn whinneys and tosses her head.
Well, to start, I am a little grey unicorn named Tarpan which means "wild horse." There is actually a subspecies of horse (Equus caballus gmelini) that was one of the primitive horses of the world. Early tarpans were small and tough creatures who influenced much of the later horse stock. Closely related to the Asian wild horse, or Przewalskii Horse, these two are often confused. But do not get them mixed up, they are very different. One large difference is that the Asian wild horse still exists, albeit in very limited numbers. The Tarpan's story is different. Hunted to extinction in the 18th century, the Tarpan would never walk the earth again . . . or would it. In an effort to resurrect the ancient horse, locals took select horses from their stock, believed to have a lot of tarpan blood in them and began to breed them for the characteristics of the ancient tarpans. The result is wild herds of horses that so closely resemble their ancient counterparts, you can barely tell them apart.
Back to the time line. After I got Unico, I refused to be called anything but Unicorn for a month. I don't recall any of this, but it must have been horrible for my mother. I read about unicorns and obsessed about them as I grew up. If I wasn't wanting to be a unicorn, I wanted to ride one, be with one, just know one. It never truly happened, but now there is Tarpan. Tarpan and I are closer than any. She is me.
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