All I Want is a Horse

"All I want is my own horse," announced Sarah from the backseat. She was dressed in breeches and riding boots, holding her helmet and crop. Every Saturday morning, Dad drove Sarah to the barn for her riding lesson. He watched her tack up a schooling horse, lead it down the aisle, and climb the mounting block. Sarah sat very tall in the saddle. 

Sarah had read dozens of books on riding and horse care. She had spent hours bathing and brushing horses, picking hooves, toting water and feed, and cleaning tack. Sarah knew the quirks of each horse at her riding school, and they knew her voice.

"I can only progress so far on a schooling horse. I need my own horse to become a champion," Sarah said wistfully.

"You could be a great equestrian, Sarah. But there is a reason that it's enjoyed by kings and queens," responded Dad. "When I am King, you shall have a horse!" 

Sarah was not discouraged. "I'll find a way to buy my own horse someday," she thought firmly to herself.









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