Strange things have been happening. For the last few nights, I've been taken out in the evening, and made to stand around while mom eats grass. It is weird! The first night, I thought I'd stir things up and buck around, but was soon punished Then I learned that I couldn't win, and only bucked a little.
I started to get a taste of grass. The more I have it, the more I like! I used to only eat it, but now it is getting tastier and tastier. I can't get enough! But that doesn't mean I run around while I'm out!
Everyone keeps talking about how I'm going to "ridden" some day, what ever that means. Little do they know that I'm going to grow up to be a grooming and petting horse!
~Bella~
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