The little colt was very small, and his little legs were so wobbly and weak that every time he tried to stand up, he would fall down. He saw the other colts on the farm running and playing and he was very sad. No one paid much attention to the crooked little colt except his mother, and one little girl. They both were sure that one day the little colt would grow strong. Every day he grew bigger, and one day he found he could run and he was no longer the crooked colt. He could run as fast as all the others, and when the little girl who always belived in him brought sugar to the pasture gate, the crooked colt always got there first.