The man that had the care of us never gave me a kind word in my life. There was no kind master like yours to look after me, and talk to me, and bring me nice things to eat. "I never had any one, horse or man, that was kind to me, or that I cared to please, for in the first place I was taken from my mother as soon as I was weaned, and put with a lot of other young colts none of them cared for me, and I cared for none of them. "Because it has been all so different with me," she replied. "Well," said she, "if I had had your bringing up I might have had as good a temper as you, but now I don't believe I ever shall." One day when Ginger and I were standing alone in the shade, we had a great deal of talk she wanted to know all about my bringing up and breaking in, and I told her. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser.
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