Since this blog is suffering lately because I’m spending so much time working on my novel, I thought I’d share an older piece that I wrote. The Small Horse is an epic tale of triumph over adversity, which I wrote in – I’m guessing – the third grade.

As you can see, this is the bound edition, hand made and illustrated by the author. I’ve included subtitles for the bad-handwriting-reading impaired.

Once upon a time, a very small horse was born. It was about three inches tall and one inch across.

The little horse grew and grew until it was the size of a donkey.

Then the little horse thought he had stopped growing… but he had not, his growing only slowed down.

There was excitement in the air! In two days the festival of horses was going to come to town.

The next day he found himself at the horse festival. The prize was a golden cup.

What he had to do was beat the other horse around a race track five times.

He heard the starting gun. “Bang!” The horse ran as fast as he could. Before he knew it, he was in the lead.

Then after making it through four times, he won. Not only did he get a gold cup, but he got some growing pelets. The End

As you can see, I was destined for greatness from an early age.