Once there was a tiny horse, it gambolled and it ran, jumped into a bakery and landed in a flan.
The baker he was fuming, he shouted and he swore. The horse just shook his tail and bolted through the door.
He trotted to the paper shop and read the local rag, the newsagent he chased him off "You stupid tiny nag!"
With head held low and tail limp, he wandered to the coast, settled on the golden sand and made himself some toast.
Munching on that dry old bread he made a big decision, never more would he dive headlong, through windows of derision.
