eandopenmouthofthestrongandjoyfulhorseandlaiddowelligentforeheadandears.,onceagain,lookMother,howbeautiful,Imerrilydrewanotherarcasifscriptier,andIwasmovedtothevergeoflaughter.Iswoopeddoerfectar

    theneyrearinghorsetoitssaddle.MyhandoccupieditselfwiththesaddleasIproudlyregardedmyhorse,nowingintobeing,witharobust,roundedbodynotunlikemyown:Everyonewillbestuhishorse.IthoughtaboutthesweetentsOurSultanwouldmakewhenIwontheprize;He’dpresehapurseofgolds;andIhadtheurgetolaughagainasIimaginedhowI’dtthemathome.Justthen,myhand,whichIgazedatoutoftheerofmyeye,fihthesaddleandtookmybrushtotheinkwellandbackbeforeIbeganthehorse’srumpwithachuckleasthoughI’dtoldajoke.Ibrisklyoutlihetail.Howgentleandcurvaadetherearend,lovinglywishingtocupitinmyhandslikethegeofaboyIwasabouttoviolate.AsIsmiled,mycleverhandfihthehindlegs,andmybrushstopped:Thiswasthefirearinghorsetheworldhadeverknown.Iwasoverewithjoy,happilythinkingabouthowmuchtheywouldlikemyhorse,howtheywoulddeclaremethemosttalentedofminiaturistsandevenhowtheywouldannouoIwastobeeHeadIlluminator;butthenIsideredwhatelsethoseidiotswouldsay:“Howquicklyandjoyfullyhe’sdrawnthis!”Forthisreasonalone,Iwasworriedtheywouldn’ttakemywonderfulillustrationseriously.Therefore,Imeticulouslyrehemane,nostrils,teeth,strandsofhorsetailandsaddleblainmiailsotherewouldbenodoubtthatIhadindeedlaboredovertheillustration.Fromthisposition,thatis,therearlateralview,thehorse’stesticlesshould’vebeenvisible,butIleftthemoutbecausetheymightundulypreoccupythewomen.Proudly,Istudie