This story was transcribed by me, written by little man E.
Maybe one day you and me can ride on my horses, Gosie and Shot. They're at my barn; it's by the construction trucks. We'll say "Faster! FASTER!"
(I didn't tell Papa about my horses...or my cowboy outfits.)
Sometimes my horses squeak, but not oftenly. When they do it's a very loud squeak.
I have a mommy horse too, it's a mare. AND I have a baby horse named Joshie.
[I have a lot of horses; Gosie, Shot, Joshie, Dashie...a very small horse, he's a pony....I have a lot more ponies]
One day we'll go on a ride on the ponies... When they run fast it doesn't squeak.
Mable is a pony horse.
I like to ride her at summer time. My horses like to sleep standing up.
This is my last hors. Botchie's a boy.
Some of my horses are girls; mares are girls.
That wasn't the end. He had a lot more to say, but that's all I could write down.
Greenville has a few good people in it... like little man E.
Greenville has a few good people in it... like little man E.
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