Breezy With a Chance of Hot Cider Blog Archive on November 5, 2009, 8:00

by HorseFeathers, age 16

Dear Readers,

I am writing to you from my old wooden desk, here up north in the States. My little tawny, long-haired cat is purring away like a mountain lion next to the fireplace. The air is definitely chilly and I can already see my breath in the air. Thanksgiving is right around the barn and we all have something to be thankful about — HORSES. Am I right girls?

The trees look as if they were splattered by paint from God’s personal palette. Not too long ago, Izzy, my Andalusian riding horse, tried to scarf down