Shh, speak softly
A chestnut foal has just been born in the sand by the river. It can't stand up and walk.
Look, the pony opened his eyes full of curiosity. This is his first look at the world.
The first thing he saw was not his mother, not his father, nor the tender grass, flowers and the sun, but a centipede passing by in a hurry, a centipede with many feet.
The pony lay on the ground, counting curiously in his heart: 1, 2, 3
Count over, count over, count to 11, eyes spent, had to count again. In fact, at the end of the count, the pony didn't have an accurate number, and before it disappeared, the centipede glanced at the chestnut pony with pride, as if to say: you are a little big, but you only have four feet!
Maybe the centipede didn't look at it that way or say it that way, but the pony suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
It turns out that walking depends on feet. Animals with many feet can walk. I'm a little older, but I only have four feet. It seems that I can only stand up and walk when I grow more feet! Thought the chestnut pony.
The pony continued to lie on the ground, watching the grass nearby and the flowing river. He felt hungry and thirsty, but he couldn't walk. What should he do?
At this time, across the river came a young man, limping, leaning on a stick. He walked carefully, getting closer and closer to the chestnut pony. Then, he stepped on a stone and crossed the river!
Count again: 1, 2, 3.
Pony was surprised to think: this man, how can he walk with only three legs? Not only can we walk, but also cross the river. How smooth the stone is, how dangerous it is to cross the river, but he really came here. What do you want to say to me?
What a handsome foal! Run, you must be walking fast! Said the young man.
The chestnut pony didn't care about the praise. It just thought nervously and expectantly: if a man with three legs can stand up, so can I! A man with three legs can walk, so can I!
When the young man wanted to pull it, the pony stood up, which made him not believe himself, but he still did not dare to walk.
On the other side of the river, a few snow-white sheep and four legged sheep came running to the side of the river and bleated to the young man. The young man just liked the chestnut foal and ignored them, so they came running on the stone in anger.
Pony immediately cheered up, when the white sheep came forward to protest, it has started to walk up, 1, 2, 3, 4! 1，2，3，4！ I just went to the green grass, ate a few mouthfuls, then ran to the river and drank a few mouthfuls.
In a moment, I have to fly! Said the pony to his reflection in the water.
Well, we can finally speak out loud, cheer or clap? As you wish!