My name is Whoopy.  I am a Miniature horse.  My owner didn’t like me.  I was unwanted and mistreated.  Can anyone tell me why people bring us to their homes and mistreat and starve us?  That is not our purpose.  That is not why we were created.  I wandered around looking for food and someone to help me, but this would get me into bigger trouble with my owner when someone would find me wandering on the roads or finding my way onto someone’s field trying to get help.  Because I cannot speak, I couldn’t tell anyone I was being abused.  So, they would always return me to my owner, and I would be punished.