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Updated: June 29, 2025
"It seems to me Bright and Broad are old enough and big enough to look out for themselves." "That's just the trouble!" cried Twinkleheels. "They're too old and they're too big. They're terribly heavy. If they were stuck in a drift I don't believe you and the bays could pull them out not even if I helped you." Ebenezer sighed deeply. "I'm going to sleep now," he told Twinkleheels.
"I can get out; but Twinkleheels can't. Do you suppose Bright and Broad could pull him out?" "They could yank twenty of him back on the road," Farmer Green declared. "But we don't need them. I'll dig the pony out." Seizing a shovel, Johnnie's father slowly dug his way to Twinkleheels, who had stopped struggling and was waiting glumly for help.
"Let Bright and Broad choose the race course and they'd leave you behind." "Nonsense!" Twinkleheels cried. "They couldn't beat anybody unless it's Timothy Turtle, who lives over in Black Creek." The bays winked at each other over the low partition that separated their stalls. "Maybe you'll find out that you're wrong," they told Twinkleheels.
After that Johnnie kept a sharp eye out for mud puddles. When he knew that Twinkleheels was going to jump one he had no trouble in sticking to his seat. Soon Johnnie decided once more that it would be easy to learn to be a circus rider. Certainly it was no trick at all to sit on Twinkleheels' bare back so long as he knew what the pony was going to do. It was as easy as walking a tight rope.
And they knew that they would have to spend long hours in the tread mill out in the field, where the oats were stacked. They grumbled a good deal, as they stood in their stalls. "I don't see why you object to turning the tread mill for Farmer Green," Twinkleheels said to them. "I'd like to try my hand at it or my feet, I should say. I should think it would be great fun.
To his great surprise, Twinkleheels didn't come running up and reach out to get the oats. Instead, he stopped short, with his feet planted squarely under him, as if he didn't intend to budge. Johnnie Green took one step towards him. And then Twinkleheels whisked around and ran. He shook his head and kicked up his heels. And something very like a laugh came floating back to Johnnie Green's ears.
"When Johnnie Green led you back from the watering trough I noticed that you were strutting in quite a lordly fashion. You made me think of Turkey Proudfoot." "Ah!" Twinkleheels exclaimed. "I've just heard some news. I'm going to the blacksmith's to-day to be shod. You know I've never worn any shoes. And I've always wanted some." Old Ebenezer smiled down at Twinkleheels. "Well, well!" he said.
"Drop that junk that you're carrying!" Farmer Green shouted. "Why doesn't he tell Johnnie to drop that long whip?" Twinkleheels muttered to himself. What Farmer Green said was of no account, anyhow, for Johnnie was so busy that he didn't hear a word of his father's advice. Twinkleheels had reached the orchard and already was tearing in and out among the trees.
And he hurried into his clothes much faster than he usually did. Though Johnnie Green was eager to get out of doors, most of those that lived in the barn were quite content to stay there during such a storm. The old horse Ebenezer especially looked pleased. "This will be a fine day to doze," he remarked to the pony, Twinkleheels. "Farmer Green won't make me do any work in this weather.
When Johnnie came down out of the rigging of his ship or when he slipped down through the branches of the tree Twinkleheels stood just beneath the lowest limb. Johnnie Green swung off it, hung by his arms for a moment, and then dropped astride of Twinkleheels' back. It may have been because old dog Spot let out a delighted yelp at that instant.
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