horse" and other things like that. I tell you I was proud. I just 

 wanted to give the exhibition all over again, right then and there. 

 But that awful band began to play again and I came down out 

 of the clouds and began to look for an easy way to escape to 

 earth. And then came the racing horses. I spoke to one of the 

 runners in my own language as he was going back to score. But 

 before he could answer his rider jerked him cruelly and struck him 

 with a whip. It made my blood boil, but what could I do? I 

 pity those poor anim.als that are ridden at top speed and cut with 

 the whip by merciless jockeys because the poor things can't fly. 

 How tired those horses must get? 



I was aroused from my reverie by a great commotion in the 

 crowd of spectators. The horse I had spoken to was so angry at 

 the cruel blows showered upon him that he wanted revenge. 

 Suddenly darting forward he dropped his head between his legs and 

 kicked up his heels. Off went the rider, who struck the band- 

 stand with a dull thud. They carried the rider unconscious to a 

 shed and two doctors worked over him a long time before he 

 knew what happened. Everybody said it served him right. They 

 put a new mount on the horse and he won the race. The new 

 rider was kind and gentle, and the horse told me that he did his 

 best because the new jockey was not cruel. I pity trained animals 

 who have cruel masters. Too often the trainers are ignorant and 

 can't make themselves understood. They expect dumb brutes to 



know as much as 

 people and to reason 

 as well. God never 

 intended that it 

 should be so. My 

 lieart bleeds for ani- 

 mals who have cruel 

 masters. They can't 

 tell the world how 

 wretchedly they are 

 • icated and made to 

 -iitfer often for the 

 master's ignorance. 

 When I think of my 



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