“But you said it yourself,” Hana argued. “Horses are made for running! So why can’t Chick and I run?”
Rochelle laughed. “Heels down,” she instructed. “Shoulders straight. Nice light hands—very good!” Rochelle watched Hana closely as she rode around the ring on the little gray pony. “Horses are made for running,” she agreed. “They don’t have sharp claws or teeth, so they use speed to escape danger. But you and Chick aren’t quite ready. Can you count out his walk for me? How many beats?”
Hana sighed. This was too easy.
