It was or seemed like 6:00 a.m. when it was time my master gave me a treat. It was always either carrots or apples.

I love both, but apples were always my favorite. Granted, I love carrots too, but they don’t compare to apples.

Master is coming. I hope it’s apples.

Master came. I looked in the basket to see green vines.

It was carrots. Oh, well, there are some horses who are treated badly and don’t get to eat.