My Horse Volando

I have a horse named Volando, he likes to strut his stuff and the only way I can ride him is to really put up my bluff. He likes to buck me off and throw me on the ground, I show him whose boss then he settles down. Volando likes to play his little tricks and when he sees me coming he hides far back in the sticks. I get my rope out and throw it around his neck and drag him out he begins to act like a child and starts to pout. Sometimes he makes me mad and I tell him so, when I put his saddle on you should see us go. He can run faster than any horse I've ever seen, I can hardly stop him as I pull back on his reigns. Sometimes Volando acts a little wild and he won't let me catch him so I chase him in my car. We were speeding in a corn fields about ninety miles an hour, before I could turn around he left me stuck up in the ground. If horses could talk Volando could tell you about me. I've told him my ut'most secrecies. He shakes his head and nods as if he understands what makes me feel best of all is to know he is my friend. Horses have a personality they like to be fed bathed and combed an to have a home of their very own. Sometimes I think of selling him then I say no even though the price is high we seem to go together Volando and I. If heaven holds a place for horses I am sure Volando will wear a shinning crown for he is a good horse the best I've ever found.