My name is Black Beauty. I'm a good horse who doesn't kick or bite people. One day, my owners Squire Gordon and John drove me to go on a long journey. The weather was rainy and windy, but we travelled happily.
We arrived in the town early, but Squire's business took a long time. We didn't leave until late afternoon. The wind was blowing, making a terrible sound.
Suddenly we heard a crack, and a huge tree fell across the road in front of us. I stopped still (静止). I was shaking with fear, but I did not turn round or run away.
"We must go back," said John, "and drive six miles to a wooden bridge."
When we got there it was nearly dark. There was water on the middle of the bridge, but Squire did not notice and didn't stop. As soon as my feet touched the bridge, I knew something was wrong. I stopped.
"Go on, Beauty!" said Squire.
John got out and tried to lead me forward. But I refused to go.
Just then a man saw us.
"Stop!" he cried. "The bridge is broken in the middle. If you go on to it, you are all going to drown (淹死) in the river."
"Thank you, Beauty!" said Squire. "You saved us," said John.
We turned around and went along the road by the river. It would take us longer time but we were safe.
