I Found a Horse

When I lived on my hundred acres I was on the phone to my partner one day and I looked out the window to see a horse. Not only was I stunned to see a free horse standing outside my window I was absolutely astounded to see that it was a male horse in full bloom, shall we say. I started to laugh. Fisher wanted to know what in the world was so funny. He almost died when I told him that I now understood what the phrase "hung like a horse" meant. He laughed because he had more experience with horses than I did and he knew exactly what I was referring to.

 

I got off the phone and found some carrots in my fridge and went out to investigate this godsend. I cautiously walked up to the horse because I have heard some nasty stories about stallions but he was quite happy to see me. As he started to munch the carrots I looked him over from head to toe. He was a nice looking horse and his coloring was very pretty. It looked like he had dipped about 3/4 of his face in a paint bucket.

 

I saw some nasty, infected looking scars on his legs which looked like barb wire scars to me so I got worried about him because I had seen what those cuts can do to an animal. I hurriedly built a make due pen on the front of my house (I was a whiz at fence building in those days). I then led the horse to the pen and put him in it.

 

Satisfied that he was safe and that he wouldn't be going out toward my greyhound field and driving them nuts I set out to find the proper owner. There was a horse supply place about a mile down the road so I went there. I went in and asked the old man if somebody had mentioned losing a horse. He hadn't heard anything but he told me about a man who lived close to me that it might belong to. He cautioned me to make the man describe the horse to me if he said it was his, because somebody would just claim the horse and take it. That was a good idea that I hadn't thought of either.

 

I told him about the cuts and he sold me the proper medicine to put on them. I stopped by the farm he told me about but no one was home so I went home and doctored the horse. About the time I finished a car drove up and a man got out. He said, "I hear you found a horse that might be mine. Then he irritatedly said,"that's my horse you have locked in that pen!"

 

I told him I put the horse in the pen for his own safety. He was quite surprised that the horse just let me lead him to the pen since he had no bridal or rope. I had just held his mane and he walked beside me no problem. I didn't mention my gift with animals because it seemed pointless. I also told him I had doctored the cuts and I would appreciate the money for the medicine back.

 

He thanked me for taking care of his horse and paid me for the medicine. He told me in the future to just let the horse roam my property and he would come over and get it. It told him I couldn't do that because I didn't want it to excite my greyhounds. I also didn't necessarily know if any other random horses would be his but if I did put one up he would be welcome to just come and get it.

 

He took his horse and what I perceived to be my godsend. I thought for sure that God had sent me a horse that day.

Oh well, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.

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