Write a story about Mario and his naughty horse. The horse has gotten into the garden again and mother is angry.
At daybreak of a radiant February morning, Mario was laying across his bed with his feet up against the wall, talking to his brother Leo about how much he loved his horse.  Suddenly his mother entered the room. 
"So there you are!" she said, all upset. "So there you are! Have you seen your horse?" 
Mario turned red, and then the color drained from his face. "What? My what, mamma?" 
"Your horse got loose in the garden again and destroyed a bunch of stuff." 
To Mario, it seemed as if the universe were crashing down on top of him. "But ... how?" he managed to say. "But ... how?" 
"Well, I don't know how," his mother answered, "but you can't say I haven't warned you! Now, your dad..." 
"But I tied him up! I know I did!" And as Mario quickly got dressed, his hands shook, and everything he saw was blurred as his eyes filled with tears. When he got to the garden, it was a real disaster. Never had the horse dared to do so much damage. This time he had not only trampled the flowerbeds and knocked down a trellis, but also carried his mischief to the point of uprooting and pawing with his hoof several rare carnations, arranged in an elegant pattern. 
"What have you done? What have you done!?" And, as if in a dream, and almost without knowing what he was doing, Mario knelt on the damp ground and began to feverishly replant the flowers while crying "Ugh!", and "You naughty thing!"
The horse, meanwhile, stood still with his head down, the halter loose, and a certain air of cynical indifference about him. Like a sleepwalker, as if treading on a soft mattress, Mario led the horse by the halter down the middle of the wide, sloping road lined with towering poplars, which ended there, at the white picket fence that opened on the immensity of the wild fields. Looking at the horse sadly, he let him out and shouted, "Go! Go! You must Go!" Mario cried harder and harder as his beloved horse galloped into the distance.