L’ OISEAU DE FEU

            My life very badly started, orphan as of the birth, I my survival must only with the mares which divided my meadow and to which I managed to steal some milk drops. I resembled more one Ugly Duckling rather than with a foal from which the genes resulted from thoroughbred. My ears lying with horizontal indicated that I was not in very great form. But here that goes up with donkey  and I had almost forgotten it.