Anna's+Story+2

'It was my birthday on May the 29th. I went to Vienna to see the dancing horses. I had always wanted to see them, ever since I was a small child, when I read about them in a book. Then I finally had the chance to see them performing live! Their pristine white coats and their flowing manes. The Lippizaners. Dancing in the sun.' Sorry for that! I should have introduced myself. My name is Lucinda Annabel Jones. I am (according to the kids in my form) a posh prat. I live in a mansion with my rich family but often I wish to live a normal life. Mum says "Don't mix with the 'poorer' kids." I say "How about thinking about what it is to be poor or 'poorer'?" She ignores me. Well, finally I was in Vienna. It was beautiful and the walls seemed to shine as if they are diamonds, worth polishing everyday. (They may not look exactly like that, but that's how I saw them!) I saw the street markets. They looked so unusual compared to England but also so warm and content. Over on the end of the stalls, there was a small shop that seemed almost empty. In it there was one boy, about the age of fifteen. He looked tired and upset. One big tear slipped down his cheek. "What's wrong?" I asked and Mum gave me a look that said 'Mixing with poor people is not how we live' but I ignored her. "My family has no money all we have left is this one horse," He glanced over to the stable behind him. "Let me see," I replied. I went over to the stable. In it was a muddy horse that was bruised and it had some saddness in it's eyes. Then I realiased. It wasn't an ordinary horse... ...it was a lippizanner! Her strong legs and intelligent head! Yes, it was! I spun round and sped back to the boy who was sitting next to my Mum, who had a disgusted expression on her face. "Mum," I said, with a hint of excitement in my voice, "How much money am I allowed to spend here?" "Ten thousand pounds," She answered "I will have no say in it what so ever, and I will let you use it on anything." I could tell that was a burden for Mum. I had made her promise it earlier. (Well, I wasn't going to let her ruin it was I?) "Then I give it all to this boy for his horse!" I blurted out. The boy blinked and as my Mum handed him the money. He shook his head in all directions as if he were asleep and he was trying to wake up. As I lead the horse out of the stable something was troubling me, so I said to the boy; "Why would no one buy this horse if it was a Lippizaner?" "I guess people always judge eachother before they really know what is happening," he replied "they saw me and thought I was begging for money and when I said I was selling a horse they didn't believe me! I never knew it was a Lippizaner." So I got two things from that holiday; a Lippizaner and a valuble lesson. Never judge a book by it's cover. Although I think it was more a lesson to my Mum than me. Or maybe you?
 * __The White Mare__**