When I was four years old, a rich man called Squire Gordon said to my master. This is a good horse. I think he is old enough to ride now. “I´ll teach him. I don´t want anyone to hurt him.” said my master. He gave me tasty oats and he spoke kindly. Then he put a bit between my teeth. It was horrible! I learnt to wear a saddle on my back, too.
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