When it came time for her victory lap, Angel, who was bursting with energy and pride, bolted to the rail at a head spinning park trot. The more she trotted the faster she seemed to go. Angel’s snorts and hoof beats sounded like music; Liz loved it. Then, the crowds seem to fade like morning mist, their cheering went with them. The moon became the sun; the camera flashes became its rays. Liz looked around, bewildered. They were in the field! She sat bareback on Angel; the bridle seemed to be the only “unwild” object around them.
Here’s the best part: this book was completed when the author, Ashley Marie Sweet, was only 12; she’s a better writer than most adults! More info here.
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