"Come on!" Stephanie exclaimed, beckoning for her parents to follow her. She hurried to the stables and admired all the horses. From a strong, big horse to a tiny, weak pony, Stephanie oohed and aahed at them all. Finally, her parents were going to let her buy a horse!
Stephanie's parents followed their daughter, amused by her excitement. At last, Stephanie found the horse she wanted:Tanith. "Mum! Dad! I've found her!" Stephanie yelled, stroking the sleek, black stallion. They did what they had to and soon, Tanith was Stephanie's.
One afternoon, as Stephanie rode Tanith, she heard Tanith cough. Leaping off the horse, she patted her neck. Sand fluttered down her throat and Stephanie coughed. The dusty substance tickled her and she doubled up coughing. Tanith was coughing badly as well, stamping the ground with her hoof. Just then, Stephanie's mother arrived at the stables, holding out a stubby pencil and plain paper for Stephanie to draw a map with. "Stephanie!" she cried out, ushering her to the car. The stable assistant arrive to find Tanith abandoned. Puzzled, she led the stallion back to her stable.
"You're alright now. Your asthma just started again." the doctor said, holding his blue clipboard and black biro in his pale hands. When he left, Stephanie picked up the stubby green pencil and drew her on a black horse. She coloured in their smiles in a bright red and started crying. "Tanith was coughing as well! She has to be alright!" sobbed Stephanie. She took care of herself for the rest of the week and was rewarded with a ride on Tanith.
Stephanie started finding it hard to breathe again. She panted, and coughed, in desperate need of help. This time, Tanith was ready. She neighed as if telling Stephanie to hold on tight and then Tanith galloped over to the black car. Stephanie's mum drove her home, then gave Tanith a big hug. What a hero!
