Early one morning, I headed out to do my chores. As I got to the barn what should I find? In the first stall a brand new horse. Papp'd been to a sale, that very day before. Up Pecatonica way they sold horses, tack and more. What he'd bought up there, was mighty pleasing to the eye. A strawberry roan app filly. She looked like a cherry pie. She was pretty as a picture and sharp and bright and smart. With a nice fine head and shoulders too. Just like a work of art. Hey, I'll just go and give this little girl a try. I'll check some fence or maybe find, some other fish to fry. We saddled up took off at a trot and then a canter fine. She danced and pranced with lots of style, and truned on every dime. We rode along a mile or so, and down a ways we found, a big oak limb had broken off..the fence was on the ground. I rode up close to the fence, to get a better look. A strand of barbed wire poked the mare and that was all it took. I was aboard a fine app filly, and now I'm on the ground. I'm sittin' here with wounded pride and lookin mighy silly. I came aware of big brown eyes, a'lookin straight at me. She nuzzled my arm and tried to say..I'm sorry as can be. I dusted off my britches, and gave the horse a pat. I stepped in the saddle and once again..a good app horse I sat. We kept that filly for fifteen years. She had no more bad moves. I rode that mare, day after day, till she had naught to prove. She raised good colts, a dozen or more. Although she one bucked me off..I guess that evens the score. So what's a couple of seconds of lookin silly, compared to having a Roan App Filly. Tale by Dennis Child
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