The Lone Horse
By: Anna Watts
Once their was a foal that had a destiny.
It was going to be a police horse. But it escaped. So the owner looked but could not find it.
Soon it was night time.
She only found shelter under an old tree.
She was cold.
In the morning it was raining and she was all wet.
Then a woman saw her and came back with a rope.
She put up signs but no one came.
So they named her star.
So Star Grew.
She was a pretty Chestnut with black hair.
She lived a happy life until her owner died and the
children went off to an orphanage.
And star escaped.
Then Star found a yard.
She saw an apple tree.
She ate some apples.
Then the the back door opened and an old woman came.
And she saw Star.
So she put her with the other horses.
And they became fast friends.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!