king's colt

One day, Riley ran home crying. He had just been playing with the neighbor's children.
"Riley, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked.
 

Riley wiped the tears from her face. He is eight years old and is no longer the age to cry, but he just can't help crying.
"Mommy, every time we play games, they always choose me at the end. I'm so sad."

At this moment, dad and grandpa happened to walk into the kitchen. Mom told them, "Riley was having a bad day, and the boys chose him last."
The father put his hand on his son's shoulder and said, "Yes, I understand. When I was your age, I was often the last to be chosen in games."
"Really?" Riley asked in surprise.
"Really, I was very sad at that time too." Dad nodded and said.
"I think it's because I'm not very good at playing that's why they picked me last," Riley said, lowering his head.
"Maybe Grandpa will have a way. Grandpa, what do you think Riley should do?" Dad asked.
Grandpa thought for a moment and said, "Riley, have you heard the story of the king and the colt?"

Riley finally burst into laughter. He loved listening to his grandpa tell stories the most!
Grandpa sat down and let Riley sit on his lap.
"Riley, do you know? A few years ago, I traveled to Jerusalem and saw a lot of people riding donkeys. The donkeys there were very short, only about a hundred centimeters tall. When an adult rode on the back of a donkey, he had to lift it with difficulty. Knees, let the feet hang in the air so that the feet will not be dragged on the ground. Such a funny sight always makes me laugh.

The protagonist of the story is the donkey I saw in Jerusalem. This little foal had never been chosen for anything and had no idea what he could do. But one day, he was chosen for a very special mission. "