By where a beautiful bay laps the shore there once was a herd of grey wild horses. They were all the products of one stallion, he was marble grey in color. He stood proud over his many mares.

When a grey horse gets older they turn white, but this great stallion stayed grey. Strangely so did all of his male colts, but the females would turn white as predicted. The great stallion kept his herd where there was tall luscious grass growing, and clean fresh water abounded. It was a horses paradise. The stallion had lived before the Mexican Hacienda's arrived. He long ago died on the place that he loved to roam.

The arrival of people slowly moved the herd out. Then came the white man's ranches. They put up wire fences, and the herd could not get to grass and water as easy. Yet they survived. As the ranches got smaller so did the herd. Soon there were homes and towns built in the area. That was the end of the grey herd.

The bay, in which the Grey's once lived, is now known as the San Francisco Bay. One of the towns is now called Berkeley. That is the legend of the grey herd.