The first day at horse school was scary. There were big ponies of all difference colors
playing out on the polo field. Some were playing a game called kickball while others
were waiting to line up for their new teacher. Several ponies were sitting together on
benches munching on fresh grass packed by their parents.
I did not know where to find room 3. A horse with a pretty ribbon in her mane
directed all of the new ponies to their right room number. She had a list of all the pony
names. The horse with the pretty ribbon pointed with her hoof to the number 3 on the
playground and told me to stand behind the line until the bell rang and the teacher
arrived.
Several ponies lined up behind room 3 number on the playground. One pony was
brown and white. One pony was brown with black socks. One pony was a red sorrel. One
pony was a roan with little white spots. One pony was very tiny with a star in the middle
of his forehead. And there was me, a golden palomino with a white mane and tail.
The teacher horse arrived with a smile to welcome all of us. She told us to line up
and follow her down the stairs to our room. She said her name was Miss Mare. She said
that she loved ponies and loved being a teacher. She said that school was fun.
I liked the new teacher and couldn’t wait to start learning. I knew that school was
safe and the teacher was kind. I knew that if I followed the rules the teacher wouid keep a
smile on her face. I knew that everything was going to be O.K!
