Maybe it’s because I recently visited the Eric Carle museum, but when I was out riding Freedom after a torrential rainstorm, he reminded me of the author’s Brown Bear. Everything must have looked different to him because there was a lot of snorting and spookiness.
So with a tip of the hat to Eric Carle . . .
And with that, the brown horse forgot about the blue bike, the elephant ears, the waterfall, the puddles, the fawn and the wet rock and settled down for an after ride snack.