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were, they always wanted to be on the other side, and that I was just as
stupid."

This was all in the fall, before the cold weather had sent them to live
in the barn, and while the Bay Colt was wearing the poke he could not
well forget the lesson he had learned about jumping and running away.
His mother grew quite proud of him, and the Dappled Gray had been heard
to say that he might amount to something yet. That was a great deal for
the Dappled Gray to say, for although he had a very kind heart, he did
not often praise people, and hardly ever said such things about
two-year-olds. That made it all the harder for him when the Bay Colt
became cross over being told to stop cribbing.

You know there are some Colts who learn obedience easily, and there are
others who have one hard struggle to stop jumping, and another to stop
cribbing, and another to stop kicking, and so on, all through their
Colthood. The older Horses are sorry for them and try to help them, for
they know that neither Colt nor Horse can really enjoy life until he is
trying to do right. To be sure, people sometimes do wrong even then, but
if they will take advice and keep on trying they are certain to turn out
well.

And now, when the Bay Colt seemed to have forgotten the lesson he had in
the fall, and after he had told the other Horses to let him alone, very
strange things began to happen. The farmer took him from his stall and
made him open his mouth. Then a piece of iron was slipped into it, which
lay on top of his tongue and fitted into the place on each side of his
jaw where there were no teeth. Long lines were fastened to this iron on
either side, and when he tossed his head and sidled around, these lines
were gently pulled by the farmer and the iron bit pressed down his
tongue.

The farmer was very kind, but the Bay Colt did not want the bit in his
mouth, so he acted as ugly as he knew how, and kicked, and snapped with
his jaws open, and tried to run. The farmer did not grow angry or cross,
yet whenever the Bay Colt showed his temper, the bit would press down
his tongue and stretch the corners of his mouth until he had to stop.
Once in a while the farmer would try to pat him and show him that it was
all right, but the Bay Colt would not have this, and he was a very cross
and sweaty two-year-old when he was taken back to his stall.

He missed the Gray Colt from her usual place, but soon she came in with
one of the farmer's men. She had been d