Years ago, even before I had the minis, a friend's horses got loose and were roaming the neighborhood. The first I knew about it was when a sheriff's deputy caught up with me in the rabbitry and asked whose horse they might be. It took me about 2 seconds to figure out that he knew exactly nothing about horses, so I knew he'd need some help getting them back where they belonged. My kids were pretty young at the time, but I popped into the house and asked my son to keep an eye on his sister for a few minutes while I helped the deputy put my friend's horses back. The horses had moved, so it took us a little while to track them down, and then the circus really began! They ran around quite a bit; even ran across my property a couple of times and left deep footprints under my back windows. I wound up sprinting for all I was worth to get to the right places to head them off, but eventually we did get them back in their pasture (they had broken a gate). When I got back home, I found my son on the phone with his father, telling him that I had been arrested! I thought I had explained the situation, but apparently all that registered was the fact that I left with a deputy.