黑骏马 Black Beauty

Black Beauty

Chapter Black Beauty's Early Years I was born on a farm. It had lots of green grass. I lived on my mother's milk when I was young. As I got older, I ate grass. I ran around the field all day long. Ihad lots of fun with my friends! Sometimes we bit and kicked each other. One day my mother said to me, “ I hope you will grow up to be gentle and good. Never bite or kick, even just in play. ”

As I grew, I became handsome. My coat became blacker. I had a star on my forehead and one of my feet was white. One day, a man named Squire Gordon came to look at me. “ I like this one. I want to have him, " he said to my master. “ OK. I will train him as a good horse, " my master answered. I had to wear a saddle on my back and horseshoes on my feet. Then I was trained to carry someone and pull a carriage. The time came to say goodbye to my mother. She looked at me for a long time and said, “ Remember, do your best whatever happens and keep up your good name. ”

Mr. Gordon's farm was very beautiful. There were lots of big trees and nice grass. I was taken into a large stable. There was a horse called Ginger. She was a very beautiful brown horse. Soon Ginger and I became good friends. Imet a coachman named John and a stable boy named James. John brushed my coat. Then he took me to Mr. Gordon and his wife. “ Oh, he is really beautiful! ” cried Mrs. Gordon. They decided to call me “ Black Beauty” I thought that was a nice name for me.

Sometimes Ginger and I pulled the carriage together. Ginger had a bad temper, but worked very hard. She was the best partner. One day, Ginger and I were resting under a tree. Ginger said, “ No one has ever been kind to me. I was often beaten and treated very badly So I bite and kick people. " I was very sad to hear her story. It was different from mine. “ Mr. Gordon and John are nice. They will be good to you, ” I said. After that, Ginger changed slowly. She became gentle and happy

It was raining very hard but Mr. Gordon and John had to go on a business trip. I went back home late in the afternoon with Mr. Gordon and John. When we got to the bridge, it was nearly dark. Iwas a little afraid, but I didn't stop. But just as I was putting my feet on the bridge, I felt something was wrong. I could not go forward so I stopped. “ Come on, Beauty! ” John said to me. Just then, a man ran out to us. “ Stop, " the man cried, “ the bridge is broken in the middle! ” “ Oh, thank God! ” said my master.