For a while all went well, but then there seemed to be fewer oats and more grass in my meals. The grass food, though very good, was not enough to keep me strong and healthy. However, I could not say anything and it went on for about two months.
Then one afternoon my master rode into the country to see a friend - a gentleman farmer who knew about horses, and who looked very closely at me.
'Your horse doesn't look as well as he did when you first had him, Barry,' he said, feeling my neck and shoulders. 'See how wet and warm he is - after just a gentle ride!' 'My groom says that horses are never in good condition in the autumn,' said my master.