the carriages. We have three others that are still out working today He put his hand on one of the horses and gently stroked it. Fizza could see that Fletcher loved these horses. Suddenly there was a loud noise behind them. It was the black and white horse and he was kicking his stable door. And that's Golden he recognizes you! He's saying hi!" laughed Fletcher. "Golden?" replied Fizza. "But he's not golden: he's black and white! "Yeah, but don't tell him, he doesnt know that!" he whispered. Fizza laughed and then pointed at a pretty white horse that had a pink and gray nose. "Don't tell me that one's named Chocolate!" she said. "Don't be stupid that's Cloudy! Why don't you give her a stroke?" Very carefully Fizza put out her hand and stroked Cloudy's nose. She was surprised how soft it was. "She's nice" said Fizza, relaxing a bit. "Do you want to ride her?" said Fletcher. Fizza immediately pulled her hand away. She had never ridden a horse before. "Oh no! Thank you! No, I couldn't! I can't!" Fletcher smiled at her "Come on, Fizza, he said. et me teach you