From a faraway land
Trots The Tiny Horse
Who pulls his cart full of wares
To help keep things on course.
Next to a mountain
A small village he found
The sheep and goat villagers
Their faces all frowned.
If I may ask
What makes you so sad
Have I made some offense
That's made you all mad?
No, no tiny horse
You're welcome in our town
It is Glouise the Goat,
Who has given us frown.
She fought with her brother
Who'd ruined her gown,
and he made a great error,
saying "dear sister, calm down!"
Her face turned all red
in her great rage,
and she screamed and she kicked
like a goat baby 2 years of age.
With the mess she had made
Kicking all over town
We all turned to her,
saying, "Glouise, please calm down!"
Her face became purple.
Her rage became double.
Her anger has caused us
So much sadness and trouble.
(The Tiny Horse speaks)
It is my calling
To help those in need.
For I am The Tiny Horse
The helpful Tiny Steed.
Glouise the Goat,
I shall seek her out
To teacher her about anger
To help her end her great pout.
Glouise he did find
Locked herself in her room,
Her rage still enormous,
Her attitude gloom.
(The Tiny Horse speaks)
Hello, dear Glouise,
I am but a stranger
I have come to help you
Control your great anger.
(Glouise begins yelling)
I do not know you
Or any horse from my town
And do not you dare
Tell me to "calm down!!"
No, no sweet Glouise
I would not dare
I would only ask you
Take five deep breaths of clean air.
Glouise was still angry
But the horse's voice warm
Taking five deep clean breaths
Could do her no harm.
They breathed them together
Five breaths, very deep
And surprised she became
Glouise began to weep.
(The tiny horse comforts Glouise)
There, there sweet Glouise
I know you are sad
But anger is dangerous
Too much always bad.
In came her brother
"I'm so sorry, Glouise.
You did love your gown,
But forgive me, please, please."
"I forgive you, dear brother,
And please forgive me.
I gave into anger,
And I could not break free.
I am so sorry
For being so course.
I've learned not to feed anger
From this very wise, Tiny Horse."
Now the village was peaceful,
Quiet and calm.
Glouise was forgiven.
She hugged her brother, dad and mom.
And To the next land
Traveled the Tiny Horse
Pulling his cart full of wares
To help keep things on course.
YOU ARE READING
Tales of the Tiny Horse
PoetryA series of Fables written for children Ages 5-10 in mind. In a faraway land there lives The Tiny Horse, who pulls his cart full of goods, seeking to help others. He travels from town to town, kingdom to kingdom, helping the residents with the prob...
