If Wishes Were Horses, We'd All Be Kings.......Mother Goose

The first person that welcomed us to the neighborhood when we moved to our current home was our young neighbor. She was 8 at the time. We have watched her grow and she turned 16 at the end of April. She has always been able to "out skateboard", "out bicycle", and do everything better than any boy in the community. Sunday afternoon, our doorbell rang and there she stood with her horse, Dudley, standing at our front door, on the front porch. She just wanted to show us Dudley and said that he got better gas mileage than her Toyota truck.