MY BEST FRIEND RADAR

       When I woke up in the morning I knew that today is the day for

meeting my best friend Radar. Radar looks absolutely gorgeous.  His

black expresive thoughtful eyes are always slightly sad.  His 

moisterous nostrils puff up, that is usually followed by sniffing. 

He breaths  snoaring, sometimes bearing his healthy teeth as if 

he were smiling. His muscleous body with smooth skin, his

slender tall legs, his magnificently shaped head look the picture

of health and passion.

       Every single day I look forward to meeting my faithful

friend , while saving for him his favorite dainties - pieces of

sugar.  Shortly after  getting to the race course I head into the

half-darkened barn. that pleasantly smells of fresh hay, mixed

with the familiar, warm smell of Radar. Inside the dark silence I

can hear him chewing.  Suddenly, as soon as he hears the

grinding of an opening lattice door, he raises his head and the

rays of the sun, running through the small window, lights his

beautiful head up.  I embrace his warm neck, kiss his soft nose

and offer him some sugar.  He sniffs me round and I feel that he

is glad to see me as well.

       Almost all day long we spend together.  We walk around in

the green field, strewed with small,spring,colorful flowers.  The

air is filled with smell of the fresh grass.  I share with him all the

news I had gotten up to that time.  And then, finally, splitting the

air impregnated with spring, we rush along across the field into

the distance, into the perspective, into nowhere.  I feel the power

of my reliable friend, while holding onto his black mane. The

speed, moving the bodies in time, breathing - all of these merge

into one, indivisible, something

         uncathable, like a sweet dream.

       That is the most powerful feeling I have ever experienced. 

There is nothing as exciting as riding a horse.  I cannot think of

a friend who could be as devoted to me as Radar is.  I look

forward to meeting my friend again