Hazel the horse loved the smell of fresh grass and the feeling of the wind in her mane.
One bright morning, music floated from the farmhouse—soft, happy notes from a violin.
Hazel perked up her ears and trotted into the open field, her hooves tapping the ground like drums.
She began to prance in circles, her tail swishing and her head held high.
The birds chirped along, and even the butterflies seemed to twirl with her.
She kicked up her heels and spun, her hooves making gentle thumps in the soft dirt.
From the porch, the farmer clapped and laughed, calling out, “Bravo, Hazel!”
The music and the sunshine made her feel light and joyful—as if she could dance forever.