The horse was hungrily eating every plant and every bit of grass that it could find. It was brown, and Hoomey could see all its bones. Its legs were covered with old cuts, and there were some new ones too that were still bleeding. Its eyes were red. Honmey stood there, holding the rope. He was too frightened to move. But the horse wanted to move on to some new grass. It lifted a foot as big as a dinner plate and put it down bear Hoomey's shoe. Hoomey jumped.