The Story of the Lost Horse
By Carly (six years old!)
One day a little girl had a horse. The girl noticed that she didn’t have the horse in the stable. The girl thought the horse ran away. The girl said to herself, “The horse ran away at last.” So she went off looking for it. Her hair rattled in the wind. She was going to fast to run. At last she stopped at a driveway and a brown horse with a star on top was standing there. She knew it was the same one she had, so she rushed to it and got on. The horse rushed away to the old shack. When the horse was rushing, the girl lost her jacket. She stopped the horse and ran. When she got her jacket, she got on the horse again and the horse went rushing off again. It was too long of a ride. When the girl got back to the shack, it was rotting. But the stable was fine. The garage wasn’t there—it used to be attached to the house. She saw a big pile of wood and she knew the garage rotted, too. She found a new house to live in and made a cake for herself because it was her birthday. The girl suddenly ran off. She got on her horse and ran off. She had her backpack on. The girl tried hard to hold on but shelost her jacket again. Then she noticed it wasn’t the right horse. (This current horse is brown with a white star on top and this reminder wasn’t part of the story, BTW!) Her horse was as white as snow with a brown top and a star on top. The girl found a measuring tape. It wasn’t the same size. Her horse was almost a full grown horse. It was the biggest foal she’d ever seen. The girl said to herself, “My horse is lost!”
Well, adorable kid, isn’t she? I mean, check out the punctuation, strong verbs and all! “Her hair rattled in the wind.” Okay, so it’s close, but that’s the point! And, I know, it’s hilarious that she could mistake a brown horse with a star on top for a snow-white horse with a star. But it was cute, wasn’t it?
-The daughter of me
