Pegasus did not want to leave him! "Pegasus!" he cried. He threw his arms around the horse's neck and hugged him. Gently the horse licked his face. Bellerophon was a great hero in Lycia. The king and the people were overjoyed to hear of the dragon's death.

At last he landed lightly on the bank a few feet away. Bellerophon saw that the wings were shining silver. The horse bent over to drink. Bellerophon knew that this was his chance! He rose slowly and leaped upon the horse's back. He had no time to slip the golden bridle over the horse's head. He wrapped his arms around the horse's neck.

At last he landed lightly on the bank a few feet away. Bellerophon saw that the wings were shining silver. The horse bent over to drink. Bellerophon knew that this was his chance! He rose slowly and leaped upon the horse's back. He had no time to slip the golden bridle over the horse's head. He wrapped his arms around the horse's neck.

Bellerophon had to throw his arm over his eyes. As the dragon made its leap, Pegasus sprang away. In a moment horse and rider were out of reach in the sky. Bellerophon patted his horse. "You saved us, Pegasus," he whispered. "But we must go back. We must kill the dragon." Down, down, they sailed again, straight at the dragon.

With one leap the horse was high in the air. Down he shot, like a bullet, trying to throw his rider. He turned and twisted and kicked. He turned over and flew on his back. Bellerophon just hung on tighter. At last Bellerophon saw his chance. He succeeded in slipping the bit between the horse's teeth.

He took the golden bridle from the horse's mouth. With one great leap the horse was gone. Bellerophon watched until he was a black dot in the sky. Then he rubbed his eyes. The black dot was growing larger! In a minute Pegasus was back. He came over to Bellerophon and laid his head on the man's shoulder.

Minerva handed him a beautiful golden bridle. Bellerophon looked at her in surprise. "What shall I do with it?" he asked. "I have no horse." "Have you ever heard of the horse Pegasus?" "The wonderful horse with wings?"

This time he ran it straight into the snake's throat. Pegasus flashed upward again. When Bellerophon looked back the terrible dragon lay still. A cloud of smoke rose slowly. Bellerophon and Pegasus came back down. They lay down to rest. At last Bellerophon reached over to pat the horse. How he wished he might keep him always!

Before Bellerophon could ask this question, Minerva was gone. The room grew dark again. Could he have dreamed all this? Then he felt the bridle in his hand. Early next morning he started out to find the wonderful horse. He asked everyone he met the same question. "Have you seen Pegasus, the horse with wings?"

"Don't move," he said. "Do not look up. I see the horse in the water." Bellerophon's heart beat fast. Very slowly he raised his eyes. The boy was right! A great white horse was sailing through the air. His great wings carried him in smooth circles. Closer and closer he came. He seemed not to notice Bellerophon and the boy.

But Bellerophon had made a promise. "Let's go back to the mountain, Pegasus," he said. The wonderful horse leaped upward again. In a few minutes they landed. "Oh, Pegasus, I hate to leave you," cried Bellerophon. "But you have done your work. Now you are free again."

Just as they were about to crash into him, Pegasus turned aside. They swept by so fast that Bellerophon could hardly see. As they turned he cut hard with his sharp sword. The dragon screamed. In the sky again, Bellerophon looked back.

The flame died out and a last cloud of smoke arose. Both Bellerophon and Pegasus were bleeding. Pegasus turned and went down again. The dragon was rolling over in pain. The big tail swung back and forth. The jaws were open wide. Bellerophon pulled his sword back.

Many years later Jupiter, the king of the gods, wanted to put Pegasus up in the sky. He sent a fly to sting the horse. When the fly stung Pegasus, he jumped. He jumped so suddenly Bellerophon fell off. Pegasus flew up into the sky. There, the Greeks said, he has been ever since.

"Pegasus," he cried, "you are the most beautiful horse in the world! You ought to be free to fly where you wish. I don't want to use the bridle on you, but we must kill the dragon. When we have killed it, I shall set you free." Bellerophon and Pegasus stay on the mountain top a few days longer.

This horse can be a cow as he did. Before the horse took the cow away, the cow is sitting and giving birth to a baby. Our baby is out of the pouch biting the cord off. Now the horse wants to visit another horse, in their boy and girl.