My horse, Poika, once we walked the same road, writed a same story. We had wonderful times, I never had boring with you, each day was different, someday you were kind and loving, you putted your head on my lap, and somedays you were like a little devil, spinning around in the stable, or you were just teasing me. Althought I shouted at you I still loved you. Each riding with you was also different, you made me work hard to make you go as I wanted. You gave nothing free. Sometimes you tried to throw...
