I Am Never Afraid Of What I

I Am Never Afraid Of What I Know.

He Is Called The Horse

My Troubles Are All Over, And I Am At Home; And Often Before I Am Quite Awake, I Fancy I Am Still In The Orchard At Birtwick, Standing With My Friends Under The Apple Trees.

We Call Them Dumb Animals, And So They Are, For They Cannot Tell Us How They Feel, But They Do Not Suffer Less Because They Have No Words.

Why Don't They Cut Their Own Children's Ears Into Points To Make Them Look Sharp? Why Don't They Cut Off Their Noses To Make Them Look Plucky? One Would Be Just As Sensible As The Other. What Right Have They To Torment And Disfigure God's Creatures?