As Issie sped along the windy road she turned her head to
look to the right and stopped right in her tracks, she was gasping like a
goldfish. There was a beautiful horse; she knew that horse, Pride and Joy. She
stared at Pride for a long time, taking in his beautiful hind legs his
beautiful summer coat which was gold with the sun glowing down on it. Issie
watched his muscles twitching in the sun, flicking his tail lazily at the odd,
annoying fly. He was beautiful, just how she last saw him. Issie had last seen
him when he was five. She had found him in a terrible thunderstorm; he was
cantering away from her hiding beneath the trees. Issie had taken him in, cared
for him, and taught him everything he should know. Never to bite or kick. She
even taught him when she whistled he must come. She raised her fingers to her
lips and blew a short, sharp, high note and then a long, not so sharp, low note
and then she called him, “Pride, come here boy!” Pride looked up and saw Issie
coming towards him. He whinnied and galloped to her. At last, she was reunited
with her horse. “I missed you so much boy,” she whispered in his ear. “Excuse
me, what are you doing to my horse?” asked a girl with long blonde hair.
“What’s your name? Do you own him?” Issie asked nervously. “My name is Nicole
and yes, I own him! So, what are you doing to him?” asked Nicole. “Was his name
Pride and Joy by any chance?” Issie asked ignoring to answer Nicole’s question.
“Yes, his name was Pride and Joy, but we got him from an auction.” Nicole said
looking cross. “Well, my name is Issie, and I believe this is my horse.” Issie
said climbing over the fence. “How?” spat out Nicole. “Well, Pride” Issie
started, “His name is Goldie,” said Nicole. “Well, Pride A.K.A. Goldie was
stolen from me. I taught everything he knows.” Issie said proudly. “Well, how
do you know he’s your horse?” Nicole asked looking angrier by the minute.
“Well, his name was Pride and Joy and the other one is the whistle I gave him.”
Issie said shrinking back, it looked like Nicole was going to explode. “Well,
please leave Goldie,” she said Goldie slowly, “alone please.” and with that she
stomped off taking Goldie with her. “You’ll see Nicole, I will get him back.”
She whispered to herself. She cycled speedy quick home. “Mom! Dad! I need to
talk to you! Lounge in five minutes please.” And Issie ran upstairs to get
changed in to comfy clothes. Five minutes later she was in the lounge with her
mom and dad. “Mom, dad,” she began, “I don’t know how to say this but, I found
Pride.” Issie said smiling. “Fantastic! Where is he?” asked mom. “At Hog Hollow
Trails.” Issie sang.  “How do you know
it is Pride?” asked dad confused. “Dad one I know him anywhere, two I whistled
and he came and three because I asked Nicole, that’s the girl who owns Pride
but now called Goldie, about him.” Issie said, she couldn't help but have a
grin. 

SHOULD I CARRY ON TO PART 2???