On a sunny morning in a wide green meadow, there was the cutest little toddler horse rider anyone had ever seen.
Her name was Lily, and she wore tiny brown boots, wiggly pink socks, and a helmet that was just a little bit too big for her round cheeks.
Waiting for her was a gentle pony named Buttercup.
Buttercup wasn’t tall.
Buttercup wasn’t fast.
But Buttercup was very, very kind.
Lily reached up with her small hands and patted Buttercup’s nose.
“Hi, horsie,” she whispered.
Buttercup gave a soft snort, as if to say hello back.
With a careful boost from her mom, Lily climbed into the saddle. Her legs barely reached past the saddle flap, and her boots rested lightly in the stirrups.
“Ready?” asked her mom.
Lily nodded very seriously.
Clip-clop.
Clip-clop.
Buttercup walked slowly around the meadow. Lily held the reins gently, sitting tall and proud like a tiny cowgirl.
