Horses' story

Narrador: I don’t remember everything about the first months of my life. I remember a big field of green grass with one or two trees in it. On hot days mymother stood under a tree and I drank her milk. That was before I got bigger. Then I started to eat the grass.
There were other young horses in the field. Weran and jumped round and round the field. We fell on our backs in the grass and kicked our legs happily.
When I stopped drinking her milk, my mother wentto work every day. Then, in the evening, I told her about my day.

Mamá Caballo: I’m happy because you are happy but remember you aren’t the same as theseother young horses. They are going to be farm horses. They’re good horses but we are different. People know your father, and my father was LORD WESTLAND’SBEST HORSE. When you are older, you’ll learn to carry people on your back. Or you’ll take them from place to place in their carriages.
Caballo bebé: Is thatyour work, mother? Do you do that for farmer grey?
Mamá Caballo: Yes. Farmer Grey sometimes rides me and sometimes I pull his carriage. Here he is now.Narrador: Farmer Grey came into the field. He was a good kind man and he liked my mother.
Granjero Grey: Well, my dear. Here’s something for you. And how isyour little son?
(Tienes que darle unas palmaditas en la espalda al caballo bebé mientras le das un poco de pan)
Narrador: We couldn’t answer him. He put ahand down my mothers’ back then he went way.
Mama caballo: He’s very kind. Always do your work happily. Never bite or kick. Then he’ll always be nice to you.