Little Horse had never known the sky to be so black, the air so still. He heard the big horses whinny again. Little Horse's fear grew.
The adventures of Little Horse continue as he makes his
way back to the valley of little horses and his mother
The storm sets Little Horse free from the fence holding him captive, free to do what he has wanted to do since the day the river carried him around its bend and away from his home-find his way back to the valley of the little horses and his mother.
But where should he turn, and how will he ever return home alive with all of the obstacles facing him?
Travel with Little Horse as he struggles against unfriendly horses, a malicious bird, a pouncing cat, a smoky fire, and more to find his way home.
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About the Author
Betsy Byars, a Newbery Medal winner for The Summer of the Swans, is the author of many revered books for children, including Little Horse. With her daughters, Betsy Duffey and Laurie Myers, she co-wrote My Dog, My Hero, illustrated by Loren Long, and The SOS File, illustrated by Arthur Howard.
David McPhail, the illustrator of Little Horse, is the highly acclaimed illustrator and author of a number of books for children, including Mole Music and the popular Pig Pig stories.
Betsy Byars (1928-2020) is the author of many award-winning and popular books for children, including The Seven Treasure Haunts, Tornado and the Boo's Dinosaur series. Ms. Byars was awarded the Newbery Medal in 1971 for The Summer of the Swans, and the National Book Award in 1981 for The Night Swimmers. She collaborated with her daughters Laurie Myers and Betsy Duffey on a number of books, including My Dog, My Hero and The SOS File. She lived in South Carolina.
David McPhail published his first children's book, The Bear's Toothache, in 1972. Since then, he has written and/or illustrated more than fifty books including No! and The Abandoned Lighthouse, published by Roaring Brook Press. He lives in New Hampshire.
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Little Horse on His Own
By Betsy Byars, David McPhail
Henry Holt and CompanyCopyright © 2004 Betsy Byars
All rights reserved.
Little Horse slept on a bed of soft straw. He dreamed.
In the dream, he was back in the Valley of Little Horses. He ran in the meadow with the colts.
They frisked. They leaped into the air. Their hind legs kicked out behind them. They neighed with joy.
Suddenly the dream was scary. He heard his mother's long, high whinny. That meant danger. He ran for the cave. In the cave he would be safe.
Little Horse awoke before he got there. He stood up at once. His legs wobbled.
He heard the long, high whinny again. Then he knew the danger was not in his dream. It was real.
He moved shakily to the door of his stable. He looked out. The night was dark. There were no stars, no moon.
The high whinny had come from the stable of the big horses. One of the big horses whinnied, then another.
Little Horse's heart beat faster.
Big horse, little horse, that high whinny meant the same thing.
Little Horse had never known the sky to be so black, the air so still.
He heard the big horses whinny again. Little Horse's fear grew.
He knew that sound. It was the clap of thunder. At once the world was white with lightning.
Little Horse began to run around his small stable. He could not get away from the terrible sounds, the blinding light.
There was only one place he could be safe from a storm. That was in the Valley of Little Horses. That was in the cave, shielded by his mother.
He whinnied with fright. Answering calls came from the big horses.
The thunder was overhead now. The lightning seemed to point to his small stable. To him!
Then came the worst sound Little Horse had ever heard. It was as if the earth was being split in half.
Little Horse reared in fright, his head up, his eyes wild. Then, something huge crashed down upon his stable. Little Horse was thrown to the ground and pinned there. He gave one last whinny, a cry for help, but no one heard him.CHAPTER 3
Little Horse lay where he had fallen. The storm raged around him. There was rain and tiny stones of ice.
The only thing about Little Horse that moved was his heart. It had never beat so fast.
Finally, the sounds of thunder grew more distant. The rain stopped. There was no more lightning. The only sound he heard now was water dripping from the leaves overhead.
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Table of Contents
3. Green Prison,
4. Golden Eyes,
5. A Rider,
6. Wild Horses,
8. The Cliff,
9. Wings in the Night,
10. The Fall,
12. The Valley of Little Horses,
About the Authors,