Kit was the grocer’s horse. One day as the grocer came up to her she
whinnied and rubbed her nose against his pocket.
“Ha, ha, ha, I’ve caught you this time; it isn’t in my pocket,” said the
grocer; “here it is.” He held out to her a ripe red apple he had been
hiding behind his back.
Kit didn’t wait to laugh at the joke; she ate the apple in one big bite.