The Tale of Pony Twinkleheels | Page 6

stood there they all picked as busily as
squirrels. But after he left them the boys found so much to talk about
that they made little progress. It was a temptation, too, to flick a currant
into the face of another picker and see him jump.
Finally the neighbors' boys announced that they were going swimming.
"Come along over to the swimming hole!" they urged Johnnie. "You
can finish picking these currants later."
But Johnnie Green said that he couldn't leave his work. Though his
helpers left him, he stayed behind the barn and picked currants.
Somehow he felt that he ought to be on his best behavior--at least for a
day or two.

"It was a pity that Johnnie Green's father caught him," old dog Spot
remarked to Twinkleheels after Farmer Green put an end to the boys'
fun. "I enjoyed the sport," said Spot.
"If you're so fond of kicking, just step up behind me!" Twinkleheels
urged him.
"No, thank you!" said Spot. "I don't want one of my ribs cracked."
"Ho!" cried Twinkleheels. "Who said anything about one rib? I'll crack
all of them for you if you'll come where I can reach you."
Spot moved further away.
"Do you mean that?" he asked in a somewhat frightened voice.
"Certainly not!" said Twinkleheels.
"You kicked at Farmer Green yesterday," Spot reminded him.
"Yes! But I never touched him," Twinkleheels answered. "I only
wanted to see him jump."

VIII
A GOOD SLEEPER
Twinkleheels' stall was an end one. Next to him stood the old horse
Ebenezer; and beyond Ebenezer were the two bays. Twinkleheels often
wished that he might have someone for his nearest neighbor that was a
bit livelier than Ebenezer. When the old horse stayed in the barn he
spent a great deal of his time with his eyes half shut, dozing. If
Twinkleheels spoke to him, Ebenezer seldom heard him the first time.
And often Ebenezer even fell asleep while Twinkleheels was talking to
him.
Twinkleheels always moved smartly. Ebenezer took his time about

everything. When anybody backed him between the thills of a wagon
he was as slow as Timothy Turtle and no more graceful. And while
people harnessed him he usually sighed heavily now and then, because
he dreaded being hurried along the road.
Before Twinkleheels came to the farm to live, Johnnie Green had
thought it quite a lark to drive or ride Ebenezer. Now, however, Johnnie
paid little heed to the old horse. And, to tell the truth, Ebenezer was
content to be let alone.
"This boy must have found it a bit poky, riding you," Twinkleheels
remarked to Ebenezer one day when he noticed that the old horse was
actually wide-awake.
"He found me safe," Ebenezer replied. "That's why Farmer Green let
Johnnie ride me."
"It's a wonder you didn't fall asleep and tumble down and throw
Johnnie," Twinkleheels said.
"I'm very sure-footed," Ebenezer told him proudly. "Of course, a
person will step on a loose stone now and then. But I've never really
stumbled in my whole life."
"How old are you?" Twinkleheels inquired.
"I'm twenty," Ebenezer told him.
"And you've never stumbled in all that time!" Twinkleheels cried.
"How did you manage to stay on your feet like that?"
"By minding my business," Ebenezer explained with a shrewd glance at
his young companion. The answer--and the look--were both lost on
Twinkleheels.
"I heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie to turn me and you into the pasture
to-morrow," he told Ebenezer.
"Don't you mean 'you and me'?" Ebenezer suggested mildly.

"Well, it's the same thing, isn't it?" Twinkleheels retorted.
"There's a slight difference," said Ebenezer. "I see there are some
things you've never been taught. Colts were different when I was a
yearling."
Twinkleheels looked almost angry.
"I hope," he snapped, "you don't take me for a yearling. Just because
I'm a pony--and small--you needn't think I'm an infant. Why, I'm five
years old!"
Old Ebenezer yawned. It seemed as if he was always sleepy.
"You've a good deal to learn," he said. "When I was five I thought I
knew everything.... I still find that I can learn something almost every
day."
Twinkleheels sniffed. "I don't believe you've picked up much that was
new to-day," he said. "You've been dozing every moment, except when
you ate your meals."
To his great disgust, Ebenezer gave a sort of snort. He no longer heard
anything that his youthful neighbor said.
"I'll see that he learns something in the pasture to-morrow,"
Twinkleheels promised himself. "I'll get him to race with me--if he can
stay awake long enough. And I'll show him such a burst of speed as
he's never seen in all his twenty years."

IX
THE RACE
When Johnnie Green turned Twinkleheels and the old horse Ebenezer
into the pasture, the first