This one isn't old, just tired and thin from too much work. In six months, he'll be fine. Five pounds changed hands and, soon after, I was taken my new home. The farmer gave orders for me to have to hay and oats every night and morning, and I was let out into a large field in the daytime. Willie, the young boy, was responsible for me, and he came to see me every day, bringing carrots or apples. During that winter, the rest, the good food, the soft grass and gentle running and trotting all helped to make me feel quite young again. When the spring came, the farmer tried me with a carriage, and I did the work quite easily. He's growing young, Willie: he said. 'We'll give him some gentle work and look for a good home for him. One day this the groom cleaned and during summer, dressed me with special care, and Willie seemed half- worried and half-excited as he into the carriage with got his grandfather. I ladies like him,' said the farmer. hope the A kilometre or two beyond the village, we came to a pretty house, and Willie went to knock on the door. He asked if Miss Blomefield and Miss Ellen were at home. They were, and Willie stayed with me while the farmer went into the house. He came back about ten minutes later with three ladies. They seemed to like me, but one of them, worried by my knees, wondered if I was safe. "It's true his knees were broken once," said the farmer, but we dont know why he fell.