Chapter 13 My last homeI was sold to a farmer at the horse fair，but it was his young grandson who persuaded him to buy me．The two of them walked past me and，seeing kindness in the farmer's face，I lifted my head，put my ears forward and tried to look my best．The farmer stopped and looked at me.There's a horse，Willie， that has known better days，he said．Poor thing！'said the boy．'Do you think he was ever a carriage horse，grandfather？Oh，yes，said the farmer．'Look at his fine head and the shape of his neck and shoulder．He reached out a hand and patted me on the neck．I put out my nose in answer to his kindness，and the boy gently put his hand against my face．Look how well he understands kindness，'said the boy．'Won't you buy him，and make him young and strong again？The man who was selling me said，'The boy can recognize a good horse，sir．This one isn't old，just tired and thin from too much work．In six months，he'll be fine．
