One summer I was staying with my grandpa on his farm. I had my own horse on his farm, her name was Starla. She is so beautiful, she can run, jump, and she's a state champion in dressage.
One day after we went for are evening ride, I went inside to get her an apple. When I came back to the barn Starla was gone...
I ran in the house and told my grandpa that Starla was gone. He told me to go saddle up Peanut Butter, and Reese Cup. That's when we started our search.
I saw Starla's tracks in the woods with a different footprint than me and my grandpa's. We followed them to a ran down cottage and barn. I saw horses in a pasture, I was looking for Starla, when a guy yelled at us.
My grandpa hurried up and called 911. The police were there in no time, it ended up being that all the horses there were stolen.!!! They were placed back in there correct homes.
For some reason Starla wasn't there, and the guy wouldn't confess to were she was.
