One day in heaven, Saint Peter, Saint Paul and Saint John were standing around near the horse paddocks, watching
the horses frolic.
"I am certainly bored", stated John. "Me too", Paul chimed in. Peter stood and watched the horses. "I know!" Peter
began. "Why don't we have a horse show?"
Paul and John thought that the idea was great except for one small detail that Paul pointed out - "Who are we to
compete against, Peter?" Paul asked. The trio pondered a moment when Peter realized the answer.
"We will call up Satan and invite him to the horse show. I mean, we have all of the finest horses here in heaven, all
of the World and National Champions are here. His stable is ridden with the spoiled, difficult and mean horses. We
are certain to win at the show!"
And so the trio calls up Satan on the other realm communication lines and invited him to their horse show.
Satan laughed and asked why they would want to be humiliated like that, because he would certainly beat them.
Peter, Paul and John did not understand. "What do you mean, Satan?" Peter asked. "We have all of the National
and World Champion horses in our stable in heaven, how could you possibly beat us?"
Satan paused a moment and then laughed. "Have you forgotten so soon, gentlemen? I have all the judges!"
the horses frolic.
"I am certainly bored", stated John. "Me too", Paul chimed in. Peter stood and watched the horses. "I know!" Peter
began. "Why don't we have a horse show?"
Paul and John thought that the idea was great except for one small detail that Paul pointed out - "Who are we to
compete against, Peter?" Paul asked. The trio pondered a moment when Peter realized the answer.
"We will call up Satan and invite him to the horse show. I mean, we have all of the finest horses here in heaven, all
of the World and National Champions are here. His stable is ridden with the spoiled, difficult and mean horses. We
are certain to win at the show!"
And so the trio calls up Satan on the other realm communication lines and invited him to their horse show.
Satan laughed and asked why they would want to be humiliated like that, because he would certainly beat them.
Peter, Paul and John did not understand. "What do you mean, Satan?" Peter asked. "We have all of the National
and World Champion horses in our stable in heaven, how could you possibly beat us?"
Satan paused a moment and then laughed. "Have you forgotten so soon, gentlemen? I have all the judges!"
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The Horse Show - By Unknown
| I hate being a foal. It is so boring. I can't even stand up on my own two feet (well four feet). I keep asking my mum if I can go and play with the other foals. There must be some new born foals I can play with. Yeah.. it's feeding time. I love feeding time because you get to meet new pony's (foals). Anyway I really wish I was the foal over there (even though it is my worst enemy) because he always gets fed first. Oh come on I am hungry. My mum thinks I am greedy (but I don't think so). Oh great they didn't even notice me and I am hungry. Here I am been here a week and I still can't walk on my four feet. Well now I am a grown pony and I know now how lucky I was. (by the way I was a very lucky pony!!!) |
The Lucky Pony - By Natasha Lloyd-Parry, Wales, Age 8