the headless horse man

Little P. brought home a book at the library:  "The Headless Horseman."  She was fascinated, reading it over and over in the car.  "Mom, I think it's a true story."  She specifically calls him the headless horse man (two distinct words).

I told her that when I was a child, there was a mysterious rider who would dress up as a headless horseman and tear down the street on his big horse, scaring us to death (true!)  Noone really knew who it was, year after year.

After endless readings and repeated discussions of the story, she finally decided to write her own version.

My favorite part:  he wos scire.  he has no heed.

Love it!

That horse looks a little like our Nelly.  See how she started out drawing his head, but then erased it?  

The excitement has worn off of the story, but I will keep this book forever.