The Sad Horse
A white horse named Nancy lived in a barn in a small town. Nobody wanted her. The horse had to be adopted in five days, or else it had to be put down.

On Monday a man came in and asked the owner named Bob, “Do you have any white horses?”

“Yes, we do.”










“Can I look at them?” he questioned, as he glanced to see where they could be.

“Sure, here’s one. We just got George a few days ago. Nancy, the other horse, has to be taken by Friday,” Bob said, walking over to George’s stall then Nancy’s humming along the way to break the silence.

“Ok. How much does George cost, and how much does Nancy cost?” asked the man.

“One hundred dollars for George, and ninety-five dollars for Nancy.”

“Well, I would take Nancy, but I don’t like the color white,” said the man. “May I please have George?” He then handed the owner one hundred dollars.

“Thank you. Have fun with George!”

Nancy thought she was going to be adopted, but no. She could not bear to be this sad.

The owner said, “I sure hope you get adopted soon. I would adopt you, but I don’t think I have enough money to buy you and care for you and my family.”

Nancy thought that if he really wanted her to be adopted, he would adopt her. But, sadly, no.

“Well, I’m going home.” He fed the horses, gave them water, groomed them and lastly, locked up the barn. “See you tomorrow, Nancy!” Nancy knew that there might be a possibility that it could be difficult to get a new home, because when she got dropped off here her old owner left this two pages long of complaints about her. Some of the things on the list were true, but a lot aren’t. When he tried to ride her, she didn’t let him because she didn’t like him. He would hit her for no reason. He made up that she bit him and the other horses. When people wanted to own her, the owner brought the list out and they didn’t want her any more.

The next day, the barn owner came in and said, “Today’s another day! Nancy, maybe today will be your lucky day!”

The first customer of the day came in and said, “Can I look at your horses, please?”

“Yes, we have three horses. Nancy, Jack, and Jackie. Nancy’s a Shetland pony, likes everyone, and she’s a small white horse. Jack’s a mustang, likes people, and has white spots with black spots. Jackie’s a stallion, has brown fur, and likes kids.
“I would take these, but my son wouldn’t like those breeds. He only likes Tennessee Walker,” said the woman. She then she rode her bike home.
Sadly, no one else came. “Sorry.” Said Bob, talking to himself.
She still thought he would adopt her. He did as he always did then ran home.
Wednesday at noon a customer came in looking and wandering around then asked, “Excuse me, do you have a Mustang?”










“Yes, his name is Jack do you want him?”
“Yes, how much?”
“Two hundred dollars,” he said.
“Umm… I have one hundred ninety nine?”







“Ok. Enjoy Jack.” The woman drove home with Jack.

At night before Bob walked home a man came in and asked, “Do you have any horses?”

“Yes, two. Jackie’s a Stallion. I have had her for two days. She has brown fur, is friendly, and likes kids. We also have Nancy, who’s a Shetland pony. We have had her for two months. She needs to be adopted. She has white fur, is friendly, and likes everyone.”

“Can I take Jackie?” The man asked as he stroked Jackie’s neck softly.











“Sure, eighty dollars, please.”


“I don’t have any money right now. Can you put me on hold until tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

Bob locked up the barn and jogged home.

Thursday morning the man came in and said, “What a wonderful day! That man will be here to pick up Jackie today.”

At nine o clock the customer came in with his daughter and said, “Hi.”

“Daddy?” She said with excitement as she waited for him to reply.

“Yes, honey?”

“Where’s the horse you were telling me about last night?”

“Over here.”

“Can I get on her?”



“Yes you may,” said the man.

“I love her daddy! You’re the best!” Jumping on Jackie with joy, as she gave her a red, juicy apple.

“I knew you would love her,” said the dad.

“Eighty dollars please.” Bob locked up the barn then went home. Now that Nancy had no other horses in the barn with her, she thought she had no chance of getting a home. For one reason no one came over to look at her when they asked what kind of horses they had because of the list. People assumed she was small. Also people just didn’t like her name and what she liked. She liked everybody who treated her well and respected her unlike the man who yelled at her and kicked her for no reason.

Bob walked in Friday and said, “Today you have to be adopted or I don’t want to say it.”


A girl came in and said, “Hi. Do you have any horses?”

“Only one.”

“Can I have her?”

“Ninety five dollars.” She took Nancy home, read her stories, gave the horse apples and carrots, groomed the new family member, watered the female, rode the pony, and entered the Shetland horse to competitions. Nancy lived happily ever after.