Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Joanne. Now this Joanne is me, but I'm telling this from another person's point of view, so here goes. Joanne had a horse, you think, but no, that hadn't come yet, but one day she will, because she'll want a horse in Heaven. Other than that, she didn't have one. She did however ride another horse and his name was Squirrel. Now we have heard about this horse already on this website, but there was another horse one day and his name we shall say was Wasp, because that's what he was like, children. Not that that was his name. His name didn't suit him. His name wasn't Frederick, but it was something like that. Something nice. But he wasn't a nice horse. He was a rowdy, dowdy horse. He was a hooter in Mormon terms. (That's what they call not very nice people.)
One day he ran away with Joanne on his back. Joanne was only seven. She didn't know how to ride hardly. And it was Cornflake...Now was it Cornflake? I can't remember who rode after Wasp and Joanne and stopped Wasp on another fast horse, but somebody kindly did and Joanne is still here today:D And that is your story for today.
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