Hi! I'm Grace, I'm a brumby here in Kosciuoszko National Park. I guess much like yourself, I don't want to die. Like I know I'll die eventually and I'm okay with that, but I don't want to be dog food and I certainly don't want to be shipped off to another country just so that they can kill me and serve me fresh. My great grandparents didn't want to come here, but the humans wanted to ride us and race us and take us to wars and for a while there, horses and humans were best friends. My great great great grandfather went to war, he saw hundreds of his friends killed trying to protect their humans. It's sad really, don't you think? So yeah, now, we get trapped, poisoned, run out and shot from helicopters, because, much like you I guess; My children are having children, and because all the land we used to graze on is now overrun with humans - our population is a little more congested than it used to be. Anyway, Have a nice day, it's nice to meet you.