Thursday, May 10, 2007


The little horse rarely paid attention to the people who lived in the bedroom where the bookshelf was. But one day the book MADEMOISELLE MISFORTUNE, disappeared from the shelf. The little horse was not yet finished with the story. He began to watch the activity in the room, and to listen to what was being said. Someone was planning a trip, a trip to France. Here was his chance. They had taken him to Mexico. Perhaps he could go to France.


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