The day before Christmas Eve I was outside feeding the furry herd when I noticed a big brown something. From about 50 feet away it looked like Bob might have done a job. As I moved closer there was a whole lot more DNA than what Bob would leave behind and by the way he usually does his business in the pasture.
I examine the large specimen and rule out dog, cat, moose, deer, rabbit, cow, fox, owl coyote and the fake stuff you buy at a gag store. The fibrous mounds were road apples. A horse left the droppings but was no where in sight. A tour of the Catillac Ranchette revealed many horse prints in the snow. The equine was wearing shoes and appeared to have done the polka all over the snow covered yard. Looking inside the compound I noticed a few pails knocked over but no damage to any of the items I keep in the outdoor fort. Walking down the driveway, I followed the hoof steps coming into my yard from the main road and running parallel. Wandering onto the gravel road I saw a few prints indicating the horse came from the north and hung a right at the entrance. What was even stranger than a phantom horse leaving his scat and a mass of hoof prints was no marks exiting Catillac Ranchette. I checked the adjoining pastures in case it was a jumping horse. No, only cat and dog paw prints.
I have to travel at least three miles in any direction to find a horse. The trail went cold on the gravel road about 20 feet from my driveway entrance. I could not guess where the mysterious horse came from and how it left or where it went. What I could guess is how it must have drove my dog crazy watching the phantom horse trespass through his territory and powerless to chase it while confined in the kennel overnight.
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