Found as an abandoned horse, the owner died and the people who he was left too just left him in the corral to die. Well he found a way out and lived by a river bank and ate the neighbors garden. Years and years and years went by until this big boy was huge and happy but the nieghbor wasn't and complained to enough people that the owner Jess heard about it and went to capture him.
She got the big brute and took him home, but he was halter broke and ridable(well kinda, he had a lot of rust on top) ..and had no problem with any brushes, hoses or anything but wasn't trusting. So she snuped around. Found out he was a registered stallion who went by the name Chocolate because the people's grand daughter had named him that after his is coat. And that he was once loved. So taking all the time they could with him he is now the first and one of the best Clydesdales around these parts.
