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Far, far out in the middle of the ocean there is an 

island. Wild horses are the only things that live there 

besides plants. This island is not on any map yet, so to 

learn of it you might want to continue reading.

        This island is called Spotted Island, because all 

the horses are spotted. That is, all except one. That 

would be Johnny. He didn't have a single spot. The 

others called him "Few spot" and other things like that. 

They told Johnny that if he wanted to live on the 

island, he couldn't live with them. There were, in fact, 

some other things about Johnny. He was very small. He 

was old enough to be an adult, but he wasn't grown!

        He miserably headed to the forest.

Johnny wandered aimlessly through the forest. This was 

not a very exciting forest. None of the forests were on 

the islands. The other horses often amused themselves 

be playing around and making up games. Johnny didn't 

have anyone to play with, however, and he continued 

walking about. It was eerily quiet. There was plenty of 

grass, and Johnny could see a stream not far off. This 

place could certainly support life, but Johnny found it 

hard to believe that he was going to be the life this place 

supported. Johnny felt very, very sad. He didn't want to 

be a lone horse. Horses were herd animals, after all. He 

instinctively longed for companionship.

Johnny stopped in a meadow to think over his horrible 

life. He was a herd animal without a herd. There was 

not a soul on the island who wanted him. He couldn't 

swim away, and no one ever visited the island. Even the 

seabirds rarely landed, and there hadn't been any 

sighted in months. He thought he saw some bushes 

rustle out of the corner of one of his large eyes. "Hmm" 

thought Johnny, "Must be the wind. If I'm lucky it will be 

a lost foal. If I bring it back, maybe the others will like 

me". But Johnny knew it wasn't a lost foal. His luck 

wasn't that good. Besides, the other horses would only 

accuse him of stealing and send him away.

"My child" crooned a soft voice, "I've missed 

youuuuuu" 

"Who's there?" asked Johnny. A phoenix stepped out 

from behind a tree. Johnny jumped. The fiery bird was 

a strange sight on the quiet island.

"Come with me," it said, "I'll show you who you really 

are. Suddenly the sky began to swirl. It turned purple, 

blue, and gold. "Now Johnny" the phoenix called, 

"Close your eyes". Johnny obeyed. It was the hardest 

things he had ever done. Johnny desperately longed to 

see what was happening, but he kept his eyes tightly 

shut. He heard sounds like waterfalls and rain, like 

grass swaying, or jewels tinkling.   "Johnny," said the 

Phoenix, "open your eyes".

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