One day I woke up to no neighing sound! At once I knew my horse was not in her stable. I quickly leapt out of my bed and ran downstairs. The autumn breeze was blowing harshly, brown leaves were dancing around, and Trixibelle's hay was lashing in the wind.

I put on my gingham tunic, slipped on my boots, packed a few essentials and set off, slamming the door behind. Soon enough I was on the grassy field, it was Trixibelle's favourite place. I carefully swam in the stream for there was no other way across. There was green moss under the steam and Trixibelle.