•November 28, 2018•

By Evelyn Burtcheard

In August of the year I turned six, Mom and Dad told me I was getting a special surprise.
My birthday was the 4th of September, and by all of the excitement I just knew the surprise would be a pony. I could hardly contain myself dreaming of my own horse. It didn’t even have to be beautiful, just head, tail and four legs, and I would be so happy.
The big day arrived, but it was August 28, well almost the 4 of September, and I didn’t really mind getting my pony early. Donny and I were told to stay seated on the front porch. This was strange, shouldn’t we be at the barn?     Login or Subscribe to read the rest of this story.