Our narrator begins the story by telling us of his early childhood: being raised in a barn, sleeping with rats, and being sold at six months old. Man, rough life. What is this, a Charles Dickens novel?
Plus, he describes his mother as "a fine, working farm horse." (2.1) She might not be very attractive, but that's a little harsh, dude.
Wait, what's that? Oh, the narrator of this book is a horse. He's not a person. Got it. Now it all makes sense. Moving on...
Some nasty drunk men purchase our little pony and take him away from his mother. He tries to fight them, but he's outnumbered.
They take him to their farm and toss him into a stable with a nice old mare named Zoey.
After the drunks leave, two people, a boy named Albert and his mother, come to the barn to check out the new horse.
When Albert sees the horse, it's love at first sight. He names him Joey and swears that he'll look after him. This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.