Anna Sewell

large pleasant meadow

Mr. Blomefield, the vicar, had a large family of boys and girls;

water plants grew at the deep end.

at the bottom was a fast-running stream.

I was old enough to eat grass,

the others would kick and bite.

I hope you will grow up to be gentle and a willing worker

Whenever she saw him at the gate, she trotted across

I was a dull black colour, so he called me Darkie.

I and the other young horses were feeding at the lower end of the field when we heard the distant cry of dogs.