When I was four years old, a rich man called Squire Gordon said to my master, "This is a good horse. I think he is old enough to ride now".
"I`ll teach him. I don`t want anyone to hurt him", said my master.
He gave me tasty oats and he spoke kindly. Then he put a bit between my teeth. It was horrible! I learnt to wear a saddle on my back, too.
