“Here he comes,” Eric said to his sister.
Anna’s eyes weren’t on the arena but looking down at the booklet detailing the pedigrees of the horses being auctioned today.
“You know I want a filly,” said Anna.
“Just look, OK?”
Anna put down the booklet to watch the shaggy, golden pony as he was led around the arena.
“He’s a beauty,” she admitted.
“He’s the one!” said her brother.
“Not unless I say so too,” Anna said. “We both have to agree, remember?”
“I remember,” Eric muttered, still watching the spunky little pony which before today had never been touched by human hands.
It was early on a July morning and Eric and Anna were
