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STAR WAS A RED HORSE

with a black mane and tail and black on his legs. He stood high on the hill on the red Oklahoma dirt looking wistfully at the highway on the other side of his fence. 

He was unhappy. He had no human and no job to do. He missed his former owner. One day she went to the hospital and never came back. He went to live at Linda’s farm with lots of other horses who were there to be sold, just like him. No one wanted the red horse.

Day after day, people came and looked at all the horses. Some of the horses went home with new people. Not Star.

UNTIL ONE DAY

A dark-haired girl named Cynthia came. She wanted a horse to ride. It had to be a special horse. She wanted to ride endurance races. That meant she needed a horse that was fast and strong and could go all day without getting tired.   

 

“That’s Star,” said Linda. “He can run all day, but something’s the matter with him. We don’t know what. He just seems sad.”  

 

Cynthia looked at the red horse. Star had big, kind eyes hidden by a tousle of black mane that fell forward. He had a four-pointed white star on his forehead. He had big nostrils for sucking in lots of air and running like the wind. He had strong legs, big feet, and a nice flat back. He carried his tail up in the air proudly. He was an Arabian horse.