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Officer Hudson opened his mouth in disbelief, hammered on the door and then, finding no one opened it, stomped back to his car. As he started up his engine he called the chief privately on his cell phone. "Bryant," he sighed. "We have a case. A young man opened the door, and then shut it in my face when I asked about Phillips." He nodded. "Okay, chief. Will do." With that he drove roughly out of the driveway and zoomed away. Ten minutes later he pulled into his own driveway and went inside. He was going to take a nap.
A badly injured pinto foal suddently darted about his driveway, a piece of chicken wire stuck into its side.
Hudson put down his things and went directly to the calendar, yawning. Then, in fright, he noticed that not only was a forgotten appointment with a friend that night at his house supposed to happen in ten minutes, but his wife was gone at a meeting! Oh, no! What was he to do?
The forgotten visitor, a nice young man named Ryan Frey, pulled up in the driveway that instant in his shiny blue Ford Taurus. He had been passing by Hudson's house anyway and had decided to not go home first but just to come early. Not thinking about what the effects could be, he sang softly along with the song playing from the Christian radio station as he pulled up in the aforementioned driveway.
The first thing he spotted was the foal. He slammed on his brakes. He was an experienced horseman with years of training. Quickly he exited his still-running car and approached the foal slowly.
Officer Hudson opened his mouth in disbelief, hammered on the door and then, finding no one opened it, stomped back to his car. As he started up his engine he called the chief privately on his cell phone. "Bryant," he sighed. "We have a case. A young man opened the door, and then shut it in my face when I asked about Phillips." He nodded. "Okay, chief. Will do." With that he drove roughly out of the driveway and zoomed away. Ten minutes later he pulled into his own driveway and went inside. He was going to take a nap.
A badly injured pinto foal suddently darted about his driveway, a piece of chicken wire stuck into its side.
Hudson put down his things and went directly to the calendar, yawning. Then, in fright, he noticed that not only was a forgotten appointment with a friend that night at his house supposed to happen in ten minutes, but his wife was gone at a meeting! Oh, no! What was he to do?
The forgotten visitor, a nice young man named Ryan Frey, pulled up in the driveway that instant in his shiny blue Ford Taurus. He had been passing by Hudson's house anyway and had decided to not go home first but just to come early. Not thinking about what the effects could be, he sang softly along with the song playing from the Christian radio station as he pulled up in the aforementioned driveway.
The first thing he spotted was the foal. He slammed on his brakes. He was an experienced horseman with years of training. Quickly he exited his still-running car and approached the foal slowly.
