Jenny loved living on her family's farn for many reasons. She loved her parents, Richard and Kay. She loved the land and all it offered them: the fresh air, the open spaces, the orchards, the hay, the new mellow-brick barn, and all of their of animals--especially the horeses!
Best of all, it ws Christmass morining!
"I hope Mom and Dad think I'm ready to have one of the new foals for a Christmass present. I want a horse of mine own! After all, I am eleven years old now," Thought Jenny as she rushed down the wooden stair case at light-speed.
She turned into the bright kithchen. A huge oak table was set with a harty Christmass breakfast. She sat down just as her father said, "Merry Christmass everyone! Jenny, For your present you may chose a foal of your own this year."
"That right Jen, you're old enough now," added momma.
Jenny dropped her fork with a bite of blueberry pancake still on it, "You mean it? Can I pick one out right now!"
"Sure honey, just grab your coat." Jenny was already out of the door. Her parents rushed after her.
In two seconds flat she reached the mellow-brick barn. Not wanting to scare the mares or the new foals, Jenny made herself calm down before she opened the door. The was barn was warm and the sent of fresh hay greeted her.
She began to look over the foals. All the horses were sleeping at this hour. Ginger's foal's leg's to just a little too short; Lark's foal did not have the bloodline. Eber's foal's bloodline was better, but he was just a bit weak in the withers.
Sunfire's foal had an exellent bloodline and was beautifully formed. Sunfire awoke and eyed her suspiciously for a second as Jenny unlocked the stall door and went in. The foal woke up and begain to frisk about.
Jenny laughed. She took handful of feed from Sunfire's feedbox and waited. The filly darted about playfuly, and Jenny slowly offered it the feed. The filly came to her and ate out of her hand.
"You are the one," Jenny whispered to the filly, "I'll call you
"The Name fit her," her father said warmly, "She was born just a few hours a go and it is Christmass day."
"Christmass Star will be the first fill ever to win the Tripple Crown," Jenny giggled.
"Those are some pretty big plans."
"There are," Jenny beammed, "but she can do it."
One of the hired-hands came in to clean the stall, "I'll take them to the corral so they won't be in your way," Jenny gently coaxed the bridle on Sunfire.
Christmass Star left the barn without looking back, and followed her dam into the corral, her small hooves making a trial in the snow.