When Scott and Jackie Nelson first laid eyes on Coconut the horse, they were astonished to discover she hailed from Melbourne, Florida.
With over three million admirers captivated by her distinctiveness, the Nelsons felt compelled to capture her beauty when she was just two days old, eager to showcase her to the world.
At the tender age of two, the couple, proprietors of the Down Under Colour ranch where they breed horses, decided to introduce Coconut to the outdoors while filming the momentous occasion.
Described on YouTube as a War Horse, Coconut boasts remarkably rare markings. In Native American culture, War Horses were revered, often ridden by chiefs or medicine men, spiritual leaders of their communities.
To qualify as a War Horse, they must possess specific features such as one blue eye encircled by distinctive markings and a shield pattern on their chest.
In Native American lore, this eye is known as the Sky Eye. It was believed that this single blue eye could guide the spirits of a fallen Chief or Medicine Man to their gods, particularly in the event of their demise in battle. This mystical quality adds to Coconut’s allure and uniqueness.
Witness Coconut’s striking presence in the video below and experience her extraordinary beauty firsthand.
If the story of this exceptional foal has touched you as it did the Nelsons, feel free to share her tale with others.
My Neighbor Declined to Pay Me the Agreed $250 for Cleaning Her House, I Gave Her a Justifiable Lesson
Neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never expected mine to turn into both overnight. What began as a simple favor quickly spiraled into a bitter conflict that left us both stunned.
My name is Prudence, and I’m a 48-year-old mother of two. Since my husband Silas walked out on us six years ago, life has been challenging. I work remotely for a call center to support my family while raising my eight-year-old son, Damien, and my infant daughter, Connie. Silas left, claiming he needed space to find himself, and he never returned, leaving me to handle everything alone.
One ordinary day, I was in the kitchen, trying to juggle my responsibilities. Connie asked for cereal, and I was grateful for the distraction. Damien, now a teenager, mumbled about meeting friends before rushing out the door, barely acknowledging me. I felt overwhelmed but carried on, knowing I had to keep things together.
Then, Emery, my new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. She looked exhausted and upset. She explained that after throwing a wild party, she had to leave town for work and needed help cleaning her messy house. In exchange, she offered me $250. Tempted by the money, I agreed to help her.
When I stepped into her house, I was shocked by the mess. It took two long days of scrubbing, sweeping, and throwing out trash before I finished. My body ached, but I reminded myself of the payment. However, when I finally asked Emery for the money, she acted as if we had never made an agreement. Confused and angry, I realized she had no intention of paying me.
Feeling cheated and disrespected, I returned home and plotted my next move. I couldn’t let her get away with it, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I drove to the local dump, filled my trunk with garbage bags, and returned to her house while no one was around.
Remembering that Emery had left her house key with me, I unlocked her door and dumped the bags of trash all over her floors and counters. I felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt as I left the key under her welcome mat and locked the door behind me.
Later that evening, as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard loud banging at my front door. Emery was furious, demanding to know what I had done to her house. I played it cool, pretending not to know anything. She threatened to call the police, but I reminded her that according to her, I never had the key.
Faced with my calm demeanor, she turned away, seething with anger. I felt a sense of justice knowing I had stood up for myself, even if it meant getting my hands dirty. As I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had crossed a line, but sometimes, you must fight back to protect yourself. I had a feeling Emery wouldn’t be asking for any more favors from me anytime soon.
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