Jean’s Riding Horse
Jean is eighteen years old and lives on a large farm.
She is my cousin, and she owns a fine riding horse.
She calls her horse Beauty.
Beauty has white legs, a white spot on his head and another white spot near his tail.
One August day Jean dressed in a pretty riding suit and went for a ride.
When she came home, I was standing near the gate.
I saw Jean ride toward the barn.
When she stopped a moment, the horse helped himself to some grass from the lawn.
But he had time for just a mouthful.
For as soon as he started to eat Jean got off the horse and led him to the barn.
I think Beauty is like some children.
He gets so hungry that he can’t wait for his dinner.