Imagine yourself the narrator of the story ‘The Summer of the Beautiful White Horse’. Describe to your friend how you got a beautiful white horse and also why you returned it to its rightful owner.

20 Baglenia Square

Risikburg

Armenia

20th March, 2008

Dear Rasool

Life is full of many surprises. One day someone woke me up tapping on the window of my room. I found my cousin Mourad sitting on a beautiful white horse. I couldn’t believe my eyes. We were a poor family. How did the horse come? Naturally, Mourad must have stolen it. A member of our family and stealing ! Impossible ! But stealing a horse for riding was not the same as stealing it for money. So we convinced ourselves.

Everyday Mourad would come riding on the horse. He had a passion for riding. I requested him for a ride alone. The horse proved quite unmanageable. It jumped over vines and threw me down. I was certainly not as seasoned a rider as Mourad was. It continued for some days. Then we started feeling the pangs of conscience. The horse must be returned to its rightful owner. I agreed with Mourad. The owner himself met us while we were on the way. He recognised his horse. But he couldn’t imagine that any of our family could ever steal a horse. He thought that the horse must be the twin of his horse. In this way, we were saved. But we couldn’t keep the horse anymore. We took the horse to John Byro’s vineyard and put it in the barn.

Yours truly

Aram