Dear Readers:
I look for stories that have a beginning, middle and an end and a plot. Shersten has been capable of this for as long as she’s been in the Seven Golden Secrets to Writing Workshop at the Corner Store. For such a young age, she is a true story teller. Diana
VANILLA AND CHOCOLATE
By Shersten Rosenfeld, 10
My horse’s name is Chocolate. Chocolate is only two-months-old. He is out in the fields eating grass with his mother, Vanilla. He wants to run and run and run out of the fields into the country. He wants to find a human to take care of him and to meet new friends.
So Chocolate said: “Mother, I will run and run until I am out in the country. You may come with me.”
“Chocolate, don’t run out into the country. Nobody will want you. They will not want you because you still need a mother,” Vanilla said.
“But I want to run out in the country where I can make friends and eat beautiful green, juicy grass,” Chocolate said in a disappointed voice.
“I’m sorry, Chocolate, but you cannot leave me until you are 1-year-old,” Chocolate’s mother said.
That night, Chocolate couldn’t go to sleep. He thought of going out into the country so he could see the wonderful things there. So he got out of his mother’s grip and whispered: “I’ll be home for supper.”
Then he cantered through the fields. He went through the dark, horrifying woods. Before he knew it, he was in the country. It was dark and creepy this night, but Chocolate kept cantering. Finally, he reached a small village. They called that Village “The Little Village.” Chocolate stopped in his tracks. Then he went by a house and laid down. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, Chocolate woke up. Villagers were around him. One yelled: “Kill the horse. We’ll feed him to the dogs!”
One said: “Let’s take him to the woods and let him die!”
But one, little rosy-cheeked girl said: “Let’s take it to the fields.” Everyone nodded in agreement. So they took Chocolate to the fields. The rosy-cheeked little girl said: “Have fun in the fields.”
So Chocolate found his mother and cantered with her.
“I will never, ever leave the fields again,” Chocolate said.
“Chocolate, I told you not to do that, but you took a risk and disobeyed me. Your consequence is that you almost got killed,” said his mother calmly. So Chocolate never left the fields again.
