Buying her
The salesman was somewhat vague with Jessy. He could only tell her that the horse was named “Africa” and was about four years old. Jessy didn’t mind the lack of information. The horse seemed special, responding well to her gentle touches. She was determined to bring Africa home. Despite the salesman’s inability to provide more details—such as the horse’s origins, breed, or precise age—Jessy was captivated. The horse’s warm, trusting gaze reassured her that she was making the right choice. She felt an undeniable connection and was eager to care for it.
To Jessy, the horse’s background and breed were irrelevant. What mattered was that Africa belonged with her. The horse appeared to sense her dedication, remaining calm and responsive to her commands, even when the salesman intervened. Jessy was convinced. Africa was hers, and she was thrilled to start their journey together.