GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on April 30, 2009, 8:05

by Peanut, age 9

I heard the voices of shouting men in the distance. It was time for my horse to go. It was time for me to go. I ran to the stable. They had come. The men had come to buy my horse. I was leaving the farm and going to London. My dad had been fired and he was going to London to look for work.

I looked into his big brown eyes, and suddenly I calmed down. My horse’s eyes, I mean, the men’s horse’s eyes, always calmed me down. I told him not to worry, that everything would work out. But I knew it wouldn’t. I would leave my horse and would be