Posted in My Friends

I don't mind admitting that Cory Blake is one of my best friends, even if he is a boy. We have lots of fun together. He's especially good at racing and fishing--two of the things I like to do best. The Circle C ranch is so far from town (about an hour's ride), that I don't see my town friends except at school. Cory has a lot of freedom, so he rides out to the ranch often. He knows I'm always good for a fast race (he hasn't won yet, but he keeps trying).

Cory's chief aim in life is to have fun and play as many jokes on his classmates as he can get away with. But nobody can stay mad at Cory for long--he's just a happy-go-lucky kind of fellow. He doesn’t like school at all (neither do I) because the lessons are difficult for him. He’d much rather be working alongside his father at the livery or, better still, racing around the countryside looking for adventure.

You know how Cory and I met? It was terrible! It was my first day of school. I was only 8 years old, and this strange boy flicked a fly onto my desk. Later he tried to give me a snake. Then, when another bigger boy started picking on me, Cory flew to my rescue. I decided I liked him after that. Now we're good friends.