Remember the horses that live at the curb next door?
Well, there's been a sad event, and Silver is no longer with us.
Two nights ago a group of hipsters (well, actually, they looked like roller-derby girls) on roller
skates rolled down the street and one of them grabbed and stole the white horse. I saw it all go down, and yelled at her from the porch at the
top of my lungs that she needed to "bring it back or I was going to call the police!"
She took off at full speed to catch up with her friends with the horse named Silver in her hands. She turned the corner and I thought that she was gone. However, a few minutes later, she skated back by and I saw that she still had the horse. I was so mad about the theft that I got
in my car and chased her down several blocks away, and demanded that
she give me the horse back. We exchanged some words, but in the end, I won and she handed the horse back to me. She
told me that I was stupid and that this should be an episode of
Portlandia; which at the time, I couldn't agree more. Who chases down plastic horse thieves on roller skates?
I brought Silver back to the house, put him at the curb, and shared my story with Judy, my next door neighbor who owns the horses. The story gathered a lot of attention of Facebook, as my friends thought that I was a hero, and that the gal who stole it was a complete thug with no respect for her community.
Judy tied a new collar on the horse that was made of wire, fancied up the fence, and put a miniature 'Neighborhood Watch' sign up right next to the horse. All was good in the world. Until we woke up this morning. When I looked out the window and didn't see a white horse, I knew that there was trouble.
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