I am Bucephalus, the warhorse of Alexander the Great. Climb on my back and let me tell you of the battles we fought together.
Alexander had noticed Bucephalus’ bad eye, and turned him into the sun, so the shadows that frightened him couldn’t be seen, leaped lightly onto his back, jumped the fence, and rode away. During that ride, a bond was formed between the old warhorse and the young prince that even death could not sever. They were a team, and Alexander’s own guard said that when they rode into battle together, nothing could harm them.
This booktalk was written by librarian and booktalking expert Joni R. Bodart.