"Wow! When I was young, I always dreamed of being a horse and galloping across the plains chasing cattle and rustlers." came Dad's reply.
"Well, there won't be any rustlers or cattle to chase and you have to obey what they riders tell you and not gallop." said Patty. "Are you still willing?"
"Spoil sport." Dad pouted then smiled and added, "It will be too exciting. I promise to behave."
"Me, too." chirped Mom.
"Then it's settled. Come on in the barn. I'll just have time to explain everything and get you ready before they arrive."
~ ~ ~
An hour later, Mom and Dad had stripped off their clothes and grabbed hold of a bridle to let the medallion do its magic while paying attention to Patty's explanation of what each pull of the reins meant. Mom had been turned into a striking young filly with dark brown hair but a mane and tail of gold. The saddle had last been used by a horse named Treasure that had boarded at Patty's several months before.
Patty didn't remember who had last worn the saddle Dad picked, but it was a very nice one with a white saddle horn and a rope design in the leather around the edges. Dad thought it was just what a magnificent stallion would have to hold his rider.
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