Misty's Twilight

by Marguerite Henry

Overview

Misty’s Twilight is part thouroughbred, part Chinoteague pony, and one hundred percent fire and talent. A direct descendant of the most famous pony ever, Misty of Chinoteague, Twilight has greatness in her blood. Now it’s her turn to shine, perhaps as a cutting horse, a jumper, or in the graceful art of dressage.

Can Twilight, whose ancestors were wild ponies living on an untamed island, do it? Can she compete against the best horses in the world...and win?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781442488069
Publisher:	Aladdin
Publication date:	12/18/2012
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	144
Lexile:	850L (what's this?)
File size:	14 MB
Note:	This product may take a few minutes to download.
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Marguerite Henry (1902–1997) was the beloved author of such classic horse stories as King of the Wind, Misty of Chincoteague, and Stormy, Misty’s Foal, and her work has won several Newbery Awards and Honors. 

Read an Excerpt

Misty’s Twilight

THE DREAM

On an early Saturday in spring, when dreams explode into reality, Dr. Sandy Price tiptoed about her home on Stolen Hours Farm. She was gathering up research for the trip she’d planned ever since she was a ponytailed youngster in the sixth grade. That was the year she first read a book called Misty of Chincoteague, and the year one of her lifelong dreams had begun.

Sandy piled the breakfast nook table with a rainbow of color. The kitchen calendar topped the display, with a lively parade of ponies, wild and tame. Three glasses of freshly poured orange juice paled by comparison.

Thrilled with her production, Sandy stood back a moment to admire it. She was interrupted by two sleepy-eyed children who came yawning into the room. Sandy announced the electrifying news: “All aboard for Chincoteague! What a glamorous way to spend your birthdays!” She picked up the calendar and with a dramatic flourish tore off April, May, and June and pointed to the last week in July. Chris and Pam stared.

Pam whispered, “Mom’s flipped.” But nothing could stop Sandy now. She circled the last week of July in red ink and called out:

“July 23 - Two birthdays and Departure Day, northward bound from Ocala, Florida, to Chincoteague, Virginia.

July 24 - Still heading north.

July 25 - Arrive Chincoteague Island.

July 26 - Scouting neighboring Assateague for wild ponies.

July 27 - The roundup and the swim across the channel.

July 28 - The auction.”

Both children studied their mother as if she were a teacher dictating weeks of assignments. “Why, that’s the middle of summer!” Chris said.

Sandy was deaf to the tone of his voice. She translated it as “That’s so far away I can hardly wait.”

“That’s it,” Pam said with a shrug of impatience. “It’s done! July twenty-third—our birthday, Mom’s D-Day.”

The children shoved their chairs into place, gulped their orange juice, ate their cereal in silence, and bolted out-of-doors.