Amazing Kids! Magazine

Arielle and Diamond

By Sunayna Prasad, age 17, New York

A lonely, whitish-gray horse was roaming around on a ten-acre yard in West Virginia. It was completely bored. Surrounding it was a two-story brick house. Out of the house walked a young girl of around twelve years old with glasses and high, wavy auburn pigtails that fell past her underarms.

“Oh my goodness. Is that a horse?”

The girl ran up to get a better glance at the horse. She then ran back inside to where her brown-haired father was sitting on the couch.

“What were you looking at, Arielle?” asked the man.

“A horse, Dad,” Arielle answered. “Can I keep it, please?”

“If it’s not wild, then yes. Wild horses can be quite strong and dangerous.”

“Okay, Dad.”

Arielle walked outside the door again. The horse was now standing by the back porch. It looked at Arielle.

“I’m here to help you,” she told the horse. The horse slowly strolled over to Arielle. It stuck its muzzle in the palms of Arielle’s hands. She seemed to be falling in love with it.

“I’ll call you Diamond,” Arielle whispered. She then petted Diamond’s neck.

“Arielle, dinner!” cried Arielle’s mother. She ran inside and washed her hands in the bathroom. She then arrived at the dinner table, where her parents served baked chicken, mashed potatoes, rolls, and peas. Arielle’s mother sat next to her and her father, Claude Rosenthal.

“So, Claude, I heard Arielle found a white horse and wants to keep it,” Mrs. Rosenthal told Mr. Rosenthal.

“Yes, Michele. You know she’s been horseback riding ever since she was five.”

“Besides, Mom, this is a tame horse.”

“How do you know?” asked Mrs. Rosenthal.

“It was acting all calm and even interested in me. I named the horse ‘Diamond.’”

“Named? Arielle, you can’t just name an animal without actually confirming that it’s yours.”

“Well there’s a good chance he will be mine.”

The next day, Arielle and Diamond were ready for some fun adventures. Her mom was nice enough to buy a saddle and bridle for Diamond and gave her permission to go riding. Arielle hopped onto Diamond.

“Ready, Diamond?” she asked. She kicked his sides with her stirrups and went for a ride down the neighborhood and into the woods. She went walking, trotting, and cantering in the woods.

After an hour, Arielle was tired and wanted to rest by the pond. She led Diamond to the pond, hopped off, and tied his reins up to a branch so that way, he would not escape. She rested on the grass near the pond and stared up at the clouds in the sky.

After thirty-five minutes, Arielle felt she ought to be heading back home. She untied Diamond, hopped back on him, and kicked his sides for their journey back home.

“Mom, I’m home!” Arielle called once back home. Her dad had to go to work for an emergency on a patient at a hospital.

“Hey, honey,” said Mrs. Rosenthal. She ran up to Arielle with her long brown hair bouncing beneath her shoulders. “How was your ride?”


“Well I’m happy to hear that. Come, your lunch is done. I made you a roast beef sandwich with lettuce, honey mustard, tomatoes, and onions along with some curly fries.”


Arielle followed her mother to the kitchen, where on the table sat her lunch. She sat down and began to eat.

“So, Arielle, how do you like Diamond?”

“He’s awesome.”

“I’m happy to hear that. But you know that horses are a lot of work.”


“Yes. You have to brush, wash, clean up after, and feed a horse every day. That might mean you won’t be able to get together with your friends that much.”

“It’s okay, mom. I think that’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”



A week later, Arielle walked outside from her back door and searched for Diamond. She heard some whinnies and suspected that it was Diamond. The noises seemed to be coming from the front yard. Arielle ran over to the front yard and saw Diamond wandering around it.

“Diamond!” cried Arielle. “How are you?” She ran up and gave him a hug.

“Arielle, I just got a phone call!” called Mrs. Rosenthal. Arielle ran inside the house to see who her mom talked to.

“Arielle, that horse you call Diamond is actually a local rancher’s horse.”


“This rancher, Bernie Greene, said that his gray horse is missing. He also said he left it unnamed. I’m sorry, Arielle, but I’m afraid Diamond will have to go.”

Arielle took a deep breath. She slowly marched up to her room. She was so happy to own a horse, and now that chance was gone. She sat on her bed and mourned.

The next day, Arielle woke up from her bed, put on a bathrobe over her pajamas, and walked downstairs. She saw an unfamiliar old man with white hair in a plaid shirt with black pants.

“Arielle, this is Mr. Bernie Greene. He’s eating breakfast with us.”

“That’s great, Mom.”

“Can I tell you something, kiddo?” asked Mr. Greene. Arielle strode over to him.

“You know that horse you call Diamond?”

Arielle nodded.

“Well unfortunately, I need to take Diamond back. I’ll keep his name, but he’s actually been chosen to perform in the annual RingoRide Horseshow. He only escaped a week and a half ago.”

“Okay, Mr. Greene. You can have Diamond back. But I must tell you that I was very close to him.”

It was the first day of August. Arielle was reading her magazine in the living room. Her parents walked into the living room to tell her something.

“Hey, Arielle,” said Mr. Rosenthal. “Mr. Greene has invited us to attend the RingoRide horseshow. It’s about seven miles away from here.”

“I don’t know, Dad.”

“Well after the show, he wants to talk to you about something. It involves Diamond.”

“What is it?”

“Baby, I don’t know,” said Mrs. Rosenthal. “We’ll see when we get there.”

The Rosenthal family had arrived at the horse show after about twenty minutes. They paid for admission and took a seat on the steps near the ring, where the horse show would be held. The announcer had walked across the ring to make an announcement.

“Hello, everybody! Welcome to the annual RingoRide Horseshow. I am RJ Johnson, the host of the horseshow. Our six contestants include Bernadette Love on a bay called Lady, Derrick Goldberg on a dapple gray named Sally, Jim Williams on a chestnut named Nutmeg, Deirdre White on a palomino named Cappuccino, Jodie Ryan on a roan named Belle, and Bernard Greene on a white gray named Diamond.”

The whole audience including Arielle applauded as the contestants rode into the ring. The show had officially begun. The horses performed trots, canters, and jumps for nearly an hour.

After the show, the whole audience began to leave the steps. The Rosenthal family stayed, however. They noticed Mr. Greene coming up the steps towards them.

“Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Rosenthal,” he said as he approached them. “May I speak to your daughter?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” said Mr. Rosenthal.

“Arielle, I would like to tell you something about Diamond. Ready?”

Arielle nodded.

“Every weekend, you can come to my ranch and play with Diamond. You can even ride him for a little bit. It’ll be like he’s yours all over again.”

Arielle beamed at Mr. Greene.

“Thank you, Mr. Greene,” she said happily.

Starting the following Saturday, Mrs. Rosenthal would drop off Arielle at Mr. Greene’s ranch where she’d hang for a few hours. Arielle felt like her ownership with Diamond was returning. She felt happy again.

One comment

  1. I really liked your story. I think you should write a book considering how fantastic it was. Sorry for being vague. Lol