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John's father had a beautiful team of gray horses, which he kept well fed and groomed. Next to his family the horses were his most prized possessions. Hyrum, who resided at the other end of the valley, had a team of very lean, old, gray horses. The boys spent the rest of the night exchanging the lean horses for the fat horses. Although John was very tired and sleepy the next morning, he was up very early because he didn't want to miss the fun when father went to the stable. At six o'clock father started out the door and looked in. He couldn't believe his eyes. He dropped his bucket and ran to touch the horses. "My beautiful horses! My beautiful horses! What has happened to you?" He rubbed their legs, he looked at their teeth, he pulled burrs from their manes. Still unable to comprehend what had happened, he ran towards the house shouting, "Sarah, come here! They hate me! Come see what the spirits did to my horses last night." Willy laughed so hard he could hardly stand up. He wished the rest of the boys could be here to watch. But later that day, as Willy rode a lean, gray horse home, he wished there was such a thing as a ghost who could bring him a pillow to sit on. Source: Information obtained from my father, Loyal Graham and a friend, Mrs. Miranda Brady. -37- |
