Is My Name Dorothy? No

She Didn't Mind A Little Rain. At Least No One Would See Her Cry.

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

Massie's Frindship Is Something That Has To Be Earned. Not Because She's Beautiful Or Popular But Because She's Loyal.

I Was A Terrible Athlete And A Pretty Bad Student. I Couldn't Focus. My Imagination Was Always Racing.