All alone she’s sitting at the table. A shy little girl, about six year’s old, just starting school. At the table in front of her there’s a girl who is drawing horses. Beautiful, magnificent horses. Around her there’s a group of girls who all admire them. Everybody wants a horse, everybody gets a horse.

Six years old and shy, our little girl doesn’t join the team. Not because she doesn’t want to, just because she doesn’t dare. She’s not a girl who goes to others, she’s a girl who waiting for them to come to her. She doesn’t even ask them, she just hopefully waiting.
Meanwhile she is watching them. Seeing how the drawing girl gets all the attention. Wishing to be a part of the team. Wishing to be the centre of it. Wishing to be the girl who can draw a horse.

With the mind of an observant little girl she gets the answer to how to make friends. There and then she decides to learn how to draw really good horses, better ones than the other girl.

Many years later our little girl is going to achieve her aim. Many years later our girl is going to make the best horses, but then nobody want a horse anymore.