by Alexa Pearl
“For sure.” Sasha looked out at the
big blue sky. She had always wanted to
explore. “But, Wyatt, do you promise not
to tell anyone?”
“You can trust me!” Wyatt said.
Sasha relaxed a little. “I wonder
if there are other horses like me out
there,” she said. “Horses that can fly.”
Suddenly, she knew what she would
do. Sasha smiled. “I’m going to find them.”
Read on for a sneak peek
from the second book in the
Tales of Sasha series!
CHAPTER
1
Show Me
Your Wings
“Guess what!” cried Sasha.
Her hooves kicked up clumps of grass
as she trotted across the field. She
stopped in front of her two sisters, Zara
and Poppy. They stood in the shade of
the big cottonwood tree.
“Guess what!” she cried again. Sasha
was terrible at keeping secrets.
Zara didn’t answer. She was busy.
“Away . . . play . . . say . . . ” she said
quietly. She was writing a poem. She
needed the perfect rhyming word.
Poppy didn’t answer. She was busy
too. Poppy swatted flies with her tail.
The flies flew around the flowers in her
long mane.
Sasha let out a whinny. She hated
when her sisters didn’t listen to her.
Zara was the oldest sister. She had
a jet-black coat and a chestnut brown
mane and tail. Poppy was the middle
sister. She had a chestnut brown coat
and a jet-black mane and tail. Sasha was
the youngest sister. She was all gray,
except for a white patch on her back.
She always felt like the plain sister, but
not today.
Today, Sasha felt superspecial, and
she had to tell her sisters why. Her
secret was too exciting to keep to
herself. “I have wings!” cried Sasha.
That did it. Zara spoke up. “You don’t
have wings. You’re a horse, not a bird.”
“I’m a horse with wings,” said Sasha.
Poppy laughed. “Is this a game?”
“No! This is real,” said Sasha.
“Yesterday, Wyatt and I hiked to the
top of Mystic Mountain.”
“Why did you and Wyatt go up
there?” asked Zara.
“We went to eat wildflowers,” said
Sasha, “but I fell off the mountain!” Sasha
shivered, remembering how scared she’d
felt. “Wings popped out from the white
patch on my back. Real wings!” cried
Sasha. “I flew around and around.”
Zara snorted. “You’re making that
up. Where are they now?”
“I’m telling the truth,” said Sasha.
“My wings went away after I flew back
to the mountain.”
“I want to see them,” said Poppy.
“Show us your wings.”
Sasha had always known she was
different from the horses in their valley.
She dreamed of visiting far-off places.
She ran the fastest and jumped the
highest. Now she was different in the
most amazing way. She had wings!
Sasha walked into the open field. She
watched the birds flutter in the sky.
Come out, wings, she thought.
She waited.
“Wings, wings, wings,” she repeated.
Nothing happened.
Maybe I need to move, she thought.
Sasha began to trot.
No wings came out.
She looked over at her sisters. Zara
listed more rhyming words. “Stay . . .
way . . .” Poppy swatted a fly with her
tail. They didn’t believe she had wings.
She had to show them! She ran faster.
Still no wings.
Suddenly, she had the worst thought.
What if my wings never come out again?
Sasha picked up speed. She galloped
past Caleb, her teacher at school. Sasha
couldn’t slow down to say hello.
She raced past a group of trees. She
spotted a large branch on the ground,
and her white patch began to itch.
She knew this feeling. Her white patch
itched when her body wanted to jump.
Her legs sprang off the ground. A cool
breeze flowed through her mane as she
soared high over the branch.
Sasha didn’t come back down.
She looked to the left and saw clouds.
She looked to the right and saw birds.
She looked at her back—and saw two
beautiful wings!
“She’s flying!” her sisters cried from
down below. “Sasha can really fly!”