l you why," said the Dappled Gray, in a voice that sounded as
though he were trying very hard not to lose his temper. "It is because
you are young and we like you, and we can save you trouble if you mind
what we tell you. I had lost the black pits in my front teeth before you
were born, and when a Horse has lived long enough to lose the black pits
from his front teeth, he knows a good deal. You don't know a curb-bit
from a snaffle now, but you will learn many things when you are
broken--a very great many things."

The Bay Colt tossed his head and did not answer. When he was led out to
drink, the Dappled Gray spoke quickly to his friends. "We will let him
alone," said he, "as he wishes. We will not advise him until he asks us
to do so." They were all whinnying "Yes" when the Bay Colt came back.
Then it became so still that you could have heard a stem of hay drop.

For a few days after this, the Bay Colt had a very good time. Nobody
gave him any advice, and even when he gnawed at the edge of the manger,
his mother did not seem to notice it. After he found that she didn't say
anything, he didn't gnaw, or crib, so much. He was such a foolish and
contrary young fellow that when people told him not to do a thing, he
always wanted to do that thing worse than anything else in the world.
His cousin, the Gray Colt, was not at all like him. She was a gentle
little two-year-old whom everybody loved. She was full of fun and was
the gayest possible companion in the meadow, yet when the older Horses
gave her advice, she always listened and obeyed.

The Bay Colt was very fond of his cousin, but he did like to tease her,
and once in the fall, before they came to stay in the barn, he called
her a "goody-goody" because she wouldn't jump the fence and run away
with him. He said she wouldn't do such things because she didn't know
what fun was. Then she did show that she had a temper, for her brown
eyes snapped and her soft lips were raised until she showed all her
biting teeth. "I'm not a 'goody-goody,'" she cried, stamping the ground
with her pretty little hoofs, "and I just ache to go. I feel as though
there were ropes that I couldn't see, pulling me toward that fence
every time I think of it, but I won't go! I won't go! My mother says
that she jumped a fence and ran away when she was a Colt, and that she
felt as mean as could be afterward."

"I don't care," said her cousin, "I'm going anyway, and you can stay at
home if you want to. G