Up and down, round and round the carousel goes.
The big white horse yearns to be free of the merry-go-round, he wants to be like the horses he sees running in the fields from his train car on the way to a new town waiting for the carnival.
If only he could feel the cool grass under his feet and be blanketed in the bright rays of the warm sun.
Oh, if only he could be real!
Just then a touch of a small soft hand caresses his neck, he hears a giggle and a father has just boosted up his young daughter in the big white brightly colored saddle.
The big white wooden horse ponders how much he would miss the children's laughter and excitement as he takes them on their rides on the merry-go-round.
As a carousel horse he gets to see the country, he's well maintained when he's taken down and packed away for the next town. Best of all he gets to make children and even adults happy.
It wasn't long before he realized that the other side of the so called fence doesn't hold anything better than what he already had.