The Little Horse in California

Lou and Pete did not come on this trip. The little horse was pretty much on his own. The plane ride was uneventful. The hotel was like any hotel, only fancy. The little horse kept his ears pricked, held his tail high. He looked to each side. And everywhere he looked outdoors he saw birds—ducks, swans, geese, coots, doves, and in the front of the hotel, pink flamingos. He had never seen pink flamingos before. They stood on one leg, with the other leg tucked up underneath them. The little horse tried to tuck three of his legs underneath him, but he fell down every time. The flamingos started to laugh at him. Feeling embarrassed and silly, the little horse scampered off to find his room.

In the morning, the little horse went downstairs for breakfast. He ate lots of fresh fruit and tasted a little of the coffee. He wanted to be alert and full of energy. Today he was going to explore the Joshua Tree desert!