At the bottom of the hill, Dolly tipped her head up. The grass at the top looked soft and sweet. She thought, I want that grass.
She leaned forward and started up the hill. Her hooves pushed into the grass as she climbed.
But the hill was steep. She slipped and slid all the way back down through the grass.
She tried again. Puff, step, push. Then she slid back once more.
She tried and tried, and each time the hill pushed her down. At last she stopped. She thought, Maybe I can't do it.
She looked at the top for a long moment. Then she stamped her hooves into the ground. She thought, One more try.
This time, she went slowly. Step by step, she climbed without rushing.
One hoof slipped. She wobbled and held still. Then she kept going, bit by bit.
At last, she climbed over the top. She thought, I made it.
She lowered her head into the tender grass and took a big bite. The breeze brushed past as she chewed, smiling.
