Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron


 * ''[first lines, as the eagle flies in the sky, by horse clouds, canyon, and forest]
 * Spirit: [narrating] The story that I want to tell you cannot be found in a book. They say the history of the West was written from the saddle of a horse but it's never heen told from the heart of one, not till now. I was born here in this place that would come to be called the Old West but to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end, no boundary between the earth and sky. Like the wind in the buffalo grass we belonged here. We would always belong here.
 * ''[the geyser continues sprouting]
 * Spirit: [continues narrating] They say the mustang is the spirit of the West. Whether that West was won or lost in the end you'll have to decide for yourself but the story I want to tell you is true. I was there, and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when wild horses ran free.
 * ''[the horses start running, by water, and grass, with the horse sleeping, then they all look at a horse, breathing, then Young Spirit lays down, then they all whinny, then sniffing, then looking at a horse, then whinnying at the horse, then licking Young Spirit, then hugging, then playing with the horse, then looking at all the horses, then the horse gets up, then en Young Spirit rolls in the grass, then looking at the horses, then looking under, then burping, then running by snow, then sliding down, then putting snow on horses, then looking at the trees, then touching the water drop of the icicle, then going to an icicle, looking at a reflection, then licking the icicle with a tongue stuck to it, then trying to get the tongue out of the icicle, then breaking the icicle while holding on the mouth, then they all play in the water, then drinking the water, then rumbling, then stops, then looking at a buffalo, then bellowing at Young Spirit, then putting the hooves on a buffalo, then running away, then looking at the buffalos, then he grows up]
 * Spirit: And so I grew from colt to stallion as wild and reckless as thunder over the land racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind. Flying? There were times I believed I could. [he starts tagging the eagle, then jumping over] Like my father before me I became leader of the Cimarron herd and with that honor, came responsibility.
 * ''[the cougar growls at the horses, then running away, then Spirit appears, then the cougar attacks Spirit, then kicking, then the cougar gets on Spirit like a piggyback ride, then hitting the cougar, then putting hooves on the ground, then running away, snorting, then the horses join by Spirit, then they all neigh, then running by the geese, then night with the horses, then eating the flowers, then looking at the horses, playing, then Spirit appears, then walkiing away, then snorting, then they hug, then looking at a comet in the sky, then looking at a fire, then neighing, then snoting, then running at Spirit, then nickering, then they both look at a fire, then whinnying, then neighing warningly, then nickering]
 * Spirit: Something new came upon the land one night, something that would change my life forever, and so, my journey began. [he looks at the bushes, then looking at a fire, then walking down by the horses, then neighing at Spirit, then coughing with the glass clinking, then he nickers] A wiser horse might have turned and run but I wanted to know what strange creatures were here. [looking at the people snoring by the campfire, then looking at the boots, then touching the spur of the wheel, then nickering, then putting in the boot, then throwing the boot, hitting the man]
 * Bill: What the...? [grabs a boot by hitting the man]
 * Jake: Son of a...!
 * Bill: Shh... [whispers] Look. [looks at Spirit] Man, look at that stallion!