Posted August 28, 2019 05:59:16There’s an old saying that says “You’ve got to love your horse before you’ve got a horse”.
That’s not only true, but the story of The Unicorn is one of the saddest, saddest and most tragic tales of our time.
It’s a story about an Australian animal that had its life cut short by a terrible, senseless and senseless act.
It’s a tale that has haunted me for the last 10 years.
It has haunted my wife and me for years.
I grew up in a small town near the Great Barrier Reef and have been there for over 40 years.
I’ve lived on and off my family farm in the Great Northern Hills of Queensland for the past 10 years and I’ve had a number of farm animals on my family’s farm.
But my family has always been family.
My mother was the oldest of my five siblings.
My father was the youngest.
I was born on their farm and grew up with them.
They are all gone now.
I grew up surrounded by family, my family was the most important thing to me and it was the only thing I knew.
We had the best of everything.
It was my family and we had to protect them.
I know my father would have been proud.
But I know there were other people who loved him more than he loved them.
He was a great man.
He would never have done something like this to a family member.
I can still remember the first day my dad was born.
It felt like the beginning of my life and I could see that he would not be there.
He died that morning and my mother took me to visit him.
The next day I went to visit my grandmother.
It wasn’t until the following day that I learned that my grandfather had passed away and my father had been left to look after the farm.
My father was an old man and I was a young boy.
I didn’t have much experience of him and didn’t know much about him.
I remember looking around and asking what he had done for me.
I asked him if he had been at work and he told me, “I have.”
He never told me that I had been taken to a different place and was left to go look after him.
When I asked why he was left, he said, “It’s not right.”
I told him that I needed to find out what happened to him.
I remember looking at the farm gate and thinking, “Why are you leaving?”
My grandfather was a very old man who would never hurt anyone.
He was very old.
He never hurt me.
He would have done anything for me and he never wanted to hurt anyone else.
I had a big smile on my face.
I knew that if I went back to the house I would have to go and visit my father.
I wanted to tell him, “You can come back.
You can come and look after me.”
But I didn, so I went.
I went with my grandmother and I never came back.
My mother and I were all gone.
When my grandmother came back, she said, ‘Why are we going to go?
Why are you not coming home?’
I said, I didn`t want to go home.
I wanted to be with my father and I said to her, ‘If I go back, I`ll have to get my father to come home.’
She said, `What are you talking about?’
I replied, ‘You need to come and visit your father.’
She went and looked for me, but I never saw her.
When she came back and found me, she was crying and she said she wanted to go.
She said she had been looking for me all the time.
I said I had gone.
She went to the hospital and I told her I didn´t want her to come.
She cried a lot, but she didn´ t know what to say.
I couldn`t believe it.
I wasn`t going back.
I thought that if she went back she would be in danger, but no one believed me.
I don`t know what happened next.
I never got to see my father again.
When my grandmother died, I never knew what happened.
I was 13 and I had to go back to school to go to university.
I would go to the bank and I would talk to people there.
They would tell me stories about my grandfather and my grandfather would come home and he would say, `Well, you must have been a bad boy.
You were never a good boy.
I want you to tell my father what happened.’
He would never say anything to my grandfather because he knew he was my father, my brother.
I didn` t want to tell anyone about what happened and I knew that