Kristi reached down to polished her pony's mane as she rode along the thicketed path.

Kristi reached down to polished her pony's mane as she rode along the thicketed path. Only yesterday, Kristi's father had watched carefully as she trott and cantered her of recent origin pony around the ring. "Kristi," he had called to her, "you and Babe are getting along just fine. She's settl down nicely since we brought her hearth and you handle her well. Do you want to make progress trail riding?"

"Oh I'd be enamoured of to," Kristi had said excitedly. "When?"

"Tomorrow. You're getting to be a neat good rider, but you'll at no time learn to think like a horse if

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