A Gentle Horse
I know a horse that lives on a farm.He is an old horse, but he still works.He sometimes pulls the plow.I am a little boy only seven years old.But this horse lets me ride upon his back.One day I rode across the fields.One time a little girl rode on this horse’s back.She fell off, but she didn’t get hurt.She was just frightened.The horse was so good that he stopped.He didn’t move an inch.He was ever so still.Was he not a sensible horse?
I know a horse that lives on a farm.He is an old horse, but he still works.He sometimes pulls the plow.I am a little boy only seven years old.But this horse lets me ride upon his back.One day I rode across the fields.One time a little girl rode on this horse’s back.She fell off, but she didn’t get hurt.She was just frightened.The horse was so good that he stopped.He didn’t move an inch.He was ever so still.Was he not a sensible horse?
I know a horse that lives on a farm.He is an old horse, but he still works.
I know a horse that lives on a farm.
He is an old horse, but he still works.
He sometimes pulls the plow.I am a little boy only seven years old.But this horse lets me ride upon his back.
He sometimes pulls the plow.
I am a little boy only seven years old.
But this horse lets me ride upon his back.
One day I rode across the fields.One time a little girl rode on this horse’s back.She fell off, but she didn’t get hurt.She was just frightened.
One day I rode across the fields.
One time a little girl rode on this horse’s back.
She fell off, but she didn’t get hurt.
She was just frightened.
The horse was so good that he stopped.He didn’t move an inch.He was ever so still.
The horse was so good that he stopped.
He didn’t move an inch.
He was ever so still.
Was he not a sensible horse?
Was he not a sensible horse?