Let me ask you: Look at this photo. Does this motley group look like a common group of criminals to you?
Look again.
Does this look like a wild horse who won't be caught?
A horse who gallops wildly about the neighborhood
inciting mayhem amongst his fellow equines?
Well, let me tell you a story...
a story of equines gone wild.
First, take a look at my house. I live in a neighborhood. Granted, we all have at least an acre and a half, but it's still a neighborhood.
Standing in the road, if you look down the street to the left
this is what you see:
Look again.
Does this look like a wild horse who won't be caught?
A horse who gallops wildly about the neighborhood
inciting mayhem amongst his fellow equines?
And how about this one?
Is this really the face of a common scofflaw?
A pony who deserves to be incarcerated?
And finally, the alleged juvenile delinquent.
Is this young equine truly guilty of breaking and exiting (the pasture)?
Did he really poop in the middle of the road late one night?
Well, let me tell you a story...
a story of equines gone wild.
First, take a look at my house. I live in a neighborhood. Granted, we all have at least an acre and a half, but it's still a neighborhood.
Standing in the road, if you look down the street to the left
this is what you see:
Now if you look to the south, this is what you see:
And if you look directly at the front of the house,
this is what you see:
One night not that long ago, we were awakened by a knock at the door around 4:30 in the morning. There was a deputy at the door who asked, "Do you have horses?" (in case you have a short memory, take a look at the above photos again.) He then announced that they'd been out since 1 a.m. and Animal Control had had been trying to catch them and find their owner!
(refer to above photos again if necessary)
So the husband, the daughter, and I leapt up, threw on some clothes, and took off in pursuit of Animal Control and my horses.
(to be continued...)
