"Now we'll try your number lesson," Joy said as we went back to the stable. She and I sat down on a watering-trough, while Nokomis waited, her head tipped, her ears straight up, with the soft silky tips drooping like tassels. Her sloping eyes were quick and canny.
"One!" said Joy.
A single bark from Nokomis.
"Two!"
Correct, again.
"Three!"
Still correct.
"Four!"
Nokomis was perfect.
"Five!"