First Drawing, First Story

I'm baaaaack! Thank you to all my Faithful Readers who have complained bitterly about the lack of posts, accused me of deserting them, and generally made me feel very wanted and missed.
I've not been idle – during the layoff I've been submitting work to various online publications, experimenting with paint, trying new techniques and telling stories.  I've also discovered 'new' old work, squirrelled away in an obscure envelope in a forgotten cabinet: "The Horses and the Dog"– it's the first bit of drawing/storytelling I ever did. From the primitive style I'm guessing I was about 5 or 6. My mom bound the pages with some ribbon and saved it for decades; I only discovered this recently in a cache of her papers I'd kept after she died in 2013.
What puzzles me is the text – rudimentary of course, but at that time I was not yet in school and didn't know how to read or write. It's my own child's hand, but how did I know how to write the words? I cannot recall. Spelling wasn't my strong suit but you get the gist. In case you're wondering about the ghost type on all the pages, this was drawn on the back of some kind of machinery parts listing. Hey, drawing paper was expensive.
The story line, as best I can decipher from the cryptic visual tale is something about horses (the good guys) escaping somebody or other (the bad guys) with the help of a dog. Or dogs. (more good guys, although some dogs are clearly the bad guys. Maybe they're wolves) At any rate, it looks like it was a happy ending. Perhaps some of my more whimsical Faithful Readers can invent their own story line to go with the tale.

I don't have enough work – old or new – to post every day as I did before but I promise to post at least once a week.