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I. My First Home
The first place that I can remember well was a large, pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Tall trees leaned over the pond, and at the bottom of the meadow a little river ran past. When I was very young, I lived on my mother’s milk. In the daytime I ran beside her, and at night I lay down close to her.
There were six colts in the meadow with me. A colt is a young male horse. They were older than I was, and we galloped round and round the field together. Sometimes the play was rough, because they often bit and kicked.
One day, after a lot of kicking, my mother called me to her.
“Listen to me carefully,” she said. “The colts here are good colts, but nobody has taught them good manners.