Outdoors at last

The Louvre was interesting. Le petit cheval enjoyed many of the pictures. But he longed for fresh air, for the sights and sounds of Paris, the most beautiful city in the world—or so he had been told by his au pair.

At last the four old travelers decided they had had enough of museums for one day. The little horse galloped ahead of them to the exit. He could hardly wait. But then he was swooped up and put in a leather backpack. At first he could peer over the top, but his little legs grew tired of holding on and he slid to the bottom of the pack. Jet lag had caught up with him at last. As the four old people watched the Eiffel Tower lights shine over Paris, the little horse snored in the bottom of the backpack.