I love BlackJack

This is BlackJack. I think he likes me. He bent down and got me. It tickled a little. I petted him and fed him carrots and apples. He neighed to his friends. They neighed back. It was loud, but I like their neighs.

I thought they said, "I am going in the stable." and BlackJack said, "Don't go in the stable."

The other horse said that too. I love BlackJack as much as the other horses did. They loved him, cause they were his friends. He ate hay from his big bucket also. 

Horses have strong legs. They are beautiful legs. They can get coyotes. I don't want to say kill, because that's kind of sad. But I don't have to worry that he will get hurt. He had a soft nose. It was kind of wet. That's what water is all about. Getting wet.