TITLE: Middle Grade
Just as the excitement of riding a new horse bubbles up in my chest, Grandpa’s comment slaps the fun right out of me.
I shut the truck door and pat my sister’s arm when she slides over to take my spot by the window, “Good luck finding a dance studio, Jen.”
With a nod and a smile, I say, “Thanks for the ride, Grandpa. I’ll just walk back to the farm when I’m done.”
That’s when he zings me with his warning, “Have a good time, Emily, but don’t get attached to this horse. He’s got four white hooves.”
I want to ask him what he means, but he’s already put his truck in gear. Way to dash my hopes, Grandpa.
He smiles at the frown on my face. “Don’t fret, we’ll find you the right horse.”
Goodbye Clyde mean old lesson horse. I’ll learn on my own horse.