The horse story doesn't end there. The man that came to ask us if it was our horse had made a call to the humane society and they sent someone out to catch the horse. Apparently having a horse running around is not a good thing because they could cause an accident if they were to get in the road.
The horse catcher showed up and I was able to talk to him and find out what exactly would happen to the horse. He said they would put the horse up for auction and if nobody bought the horse then they would put the horse down. Being the horse lover that I have been since I was a little girl I couldn't stand the thought of them putting this horse down. However, the horse catcher told me that if I were to catch the horse then I could keep it. At that point I decided I was going to rescue that horse from the chopping block. I deemed him William Wallace.
To shorten up the story a bit, the horse catcher was unable to catch the horse and actually scared him so badly that we didn't see him for a week. I called on the help of our neighbor who had two horses. We rode around for six hours looking for William and when we were giving up we finally found him.
I once again was able to get close enough to feed him by hand, but that was all I could do. My neighbor and I were going to devise a plan to catch this horse and make him mine. Can you guess what our plan was?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Thanks for writing this.
Post a Comment