I was with my next door neighbour we went to get her moms new horse, Whisper.   Unfortunately her other horse died a few months before. The new horse was called Whisper, she was a grey Arab who was 15.2hh.  

We arrived at the stables and at that time it was 3 O'clock.  We met her old owner and had a chat - while we were there I met a lovely horse called Prince, however he wasn't for sale.  After the talk we went into the field to catch Whisper to put her in the horse box (the time was now 4.00pm).  We got her and led her to the horse box,  but she reared up and insisted that she wouldn't go in. 

We were there hours, we tried everything until it got to 8:30, then we had an idea. We drove one of the cars slowly behind her with the headlights shining straight onto her and the inside of the horse box so she could see where to go. "It worked!" we all shouted.  It was  a long tiring night because Whisper's old stables were miles and miles away from home.

 

When we finally got home it was even harder to get her out of the stable than in!

 

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Becky (age 10)