The Mule Who Wore Mittens in July
Old Mule Mabel lived on a hot, dusty ranch. Every day was sunny. Every night was warm.
But Mabel always said, "My hooves are cold!"
"It is July," said the cowboy. "Nobody's feet are cold."
Mabel did not care. She asked the farmer's wife to knit her four tiny mittens. They were red with white stripes.
Mabel clip-clopped around the ranch in her mittens. The chickens stared. The goats giggled. The cowboy shook his head.
Then one day, Mabel stepped in a puddle by the water trough. Splash! The puddle was ice cold, because it was shaded under the trough all day.
"See?" said Mabel. "I told you so." Her dry, warm hooves were the only ones that did not shiver.