But there was no time to think of that. Hope and Friend got on the horse and
in a while they were flying high above the forest.
„We are flying!“ screamed Hope, „Look at that! What a beautiful
view!“
She was enchanted. She had never thought she would ever have been flying in her
life although she had often dreamt about it when she had been a little child.
Friend said nothing. He was glad to hold himself not to fall. It was much harder
for him ‘cause he had only two pairs of paws and no hands as Hope had. So he
balanced on the top of the horse like a surfer on the sea waves, his ears
flapping wildly in the air.
But yes, it was really a beautiful view. They could see everything so clearly.
There was the forest and behind the forest there was a lake which surface was
gleaming like a liquid gold in the sunshine. In the distance they could see a
few cottages so small like children’s toys.