Story of windy

One day there was the sound of horses hooves. A beautiful horse came into the clearing. It was an amazing sight. She had her head up and her tail was flowing. But in a moment she was gone. Her name is Windy. Windy lives in the mountains by herself and comes down to the apple tree. Apples fall down and she eats them. Windy is my horse. She is dark black. She also comes down to see me. I love Windy. She is my favorite horse.