Hoof steps and little footsteps in the way

Marguerite E. Tanga

SOME years ago, in the Hudson Valley in New York, we lived on a Christmas tree farm. We had two horses, who freely roamed on the farm. They ate grass happily, which helped to keep the high grass low. They also liked to eat grain, which we gave them each day. The male was named Tana, and the female was called Crystal. She was named that because she liked to watch the light. Crystal would momentarily stop chewing the grass and lift up her head to see a beautiful sunset or a full moon, and her eyes seemed to sparkle like crystal.

Tana was the bigger one. He was brown with a white spot on his forehead. He could open a door with his mouth to get to the grain. This was one of his favorite tricks.

I liked to take care of the horses. On one summer day, Tana was having difficulty standing up. He was leaning on one of his hoofs but not putting his full weight on it. In the neighborhood there are many horses and a veterinarian, too. However, we prefer to rely on the "great Physician" and maker of all, the one and only creator of all—God. So I telephoned a Christian Science practitioner, someone who prays for the healing of children, adults, and animals.

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