By Lena Boesser-Koschmann, age 11 Illustrated by Jathan Brubaker, 13 The morning was cool. It wasn't cold, but not warm enough to go without a jacket. Sandy and I were walking toward the field where Chipper, my seven-year-old pony, was staked. I was swinging the reins, and Sandy was walking beside me. We didn't talk to each other, and it was quiet.