From the author: I am starting the publication of a new series "Tales". A story with a continuation. From the cycle "Tales" A Tale about a Draft Horse Once upon a time there lived a Draft Horse. She was born in a wonderful and beautiful place near a big city. Water meadows, wildflowers and cloudless blue skies - she had a wonderful childhood. Draft Horse's parents were also Draft Horses. And all their lives, after their wonderful childhood, they drove large carts. Dad is a little bigger, mom is a little smaller. When the Horse grew up, she was harnessed to her first cart. There was a lot of joy in this! The horse was terribly proud of how quickly it delivered its first load, and was almost not even tired. Then there were other carts, other loads. This kind of work had its own charm - drive slowly, enjoy the surrounding views, dream about the future and about when He will meet. And one fine day she met Him! It turned out to be a large suitcase. Not very impressive, but He fit perfectly on the cart and almost did not interfere with the main work - transporting heavy loads. “So what if He can’t help me,” thought the Draft Horse. “But we are always together, and He is very meaningful!” There really was a lot of interesting things in the suitcase - all sorts of books, and magazines with pictures. And also - He had been to a lot of places before and knew a lot of interesting stories. It was much more interesting to be with him! And everything would have been fine, but the handle from the suitcase got lost somewhere. And then, for some reason, he began to grow and get heavier. And now her cart began to fit less cargo, but she began to get much more tired. Draught Horse began to think about how she could change her life. Maybe change the cart for a new one? Maybe the route should be changed? Or maybe I should change it for a new one, otherwise I’ve listened to all the books and stories for the tenth time? And at the same time, look for something more compact and lighter? At the most interesting place in her thoughts about the Change, she meets a train driver on the road. And he says. “I’ve liked you, Horse, for a long time, I’ve been watching you for many years. Come with me, I’ll ride!” The Horse imagined this picture - how it was being harnessed to the train, and it just felt bad. “No,” she refused, politely thanking her. And right behind the driver on the road, she accidentally met the Pilot. “I really liked you, Horse, at first sight! Let's go, let's fly! The answer was quick. "No way! I definitely won’t be able to carry the plane!” At this point I will stop my story. Here is the place of the Great Choice. Perhaps the Draft Horse will meet Someone Who Sees Differently. And then she will succeed in her Change. Or maybe not. And then she will continue to transport her loads in her cart and find small joys in her own life. In the end, this is exactly how her parents lived, and are very happy with what they had. And He Who Sees Differently can hurt. Because it will definitely touch on what BENEFITS the Horse receives from such a lifestyle. Very often this will be an opportunity for control. A suitcase without a handle is very convenient to control. And another question is who tore off the handle. This is just a story. And this is the place of the Great Choice. Where are you going?