Excited and without patience, I grabbed his saddle, his bucket and brush, and his worn-out bridle. Mama's car carried me to Stafford's. I flew, expecting to see you- anticipating roan-blue. Jumping out of the car, (needn't go very far), peering over the fence, through the fog, quite condensed, into tiny, wet droplets soaking up the dew- but all I could think about was my joy in seeing you. Gazing through thick trees, through green pasture, and clear, blue skies, reality quickly dimmed my eyes. Sadly I remembered you had already died. I wept. I cried. My tears I tried to hide. My eyes opened wide. I dabbed my moist eyes. It was only a dream. Time to wake up and rise.