Liam looked up at his mom and dad, his granny and grandpa, and his sister Melanie. His lips quivered, and he let out a heaving sob. “This horse doesn’t have any legs. I don’t want this one! I wanted a horse I can ride, daddy.”
Liam’s mother and father looked at each other and didn’t know what to say; Melanie hugged her doll and started to cry; granny’s knitting needles clicked away as if nothing had happened. Only one person in the room dared to speak.
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!” said grandpa.
Grandpa’s voice was as hard as the candy cane Liam had eaten for breakfast. “I…I didn’t look in its mouth, grandpa; I didn’t,” he whispered.