Silence once again joined the pair as they stood at the fence. The horses had wandered closer now but it was as if the little girl didn’t even see them any more, she was so deep in thought.
They stood for a while longer then just as the old man turned to begin home the little girl asked, “Grandad, which one of my horses will win?” She stared at his rough yet kind face, the old man smiled, he bent down to her and quietly answered “whichever one you feed.”