Patches... I miss you.
by Claire
When I first started riding I rode this cute pony named Patches. He was a Shetland pony and always behaved. He was not fast or slow but he was perfect because I was in first grade (I am in sixth now) and I was small. He was a great horse and I loved him. Well one day I was ready to go and grabbed my saddle and tack just as Mrs. Lizzie said to. I went in the tack and then grbbed my.... "BOOM". I froze. My instructor looked at me and two other people joined us as we ran to the barn where it came from. It was probably just a trash can that fell or someone dropped something. We ran to look in All the stalls and I ran to the last one. Patches stall. I looked down. He was lying there breathing hard. Dying. I started to cry. He picked up his head looked at us and died.
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