Let's Pretend

Oh Pup, why couldn't I go to the stable with brother, there are stallions there and a foal with the red mare to the hounds he's going, to chase foxes with father. I can hear the brass horn sound, can you hear its blare? Mother says little girls can't go. It's really not fair! I can ride, I can too! Hear, I'm talking to you. Yes, I know, I know, puppy you wanted to go too. I've got a hobby horse, could you be a fox? We'll play run through the meadow and scream tally-hoo. I bet you, we could play hunt without shoes and socks! * See About the poem for the Picture Contest: Briton Reviere Painting: Sympathy