Posted in Posted by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

   The stable smelled of fresh straw on the inside, and one could hear quiet crunching as the horses ate their hay.
   “There, that's Joseph.” Ashley pointed to a picture on the wall of a horse. It had a unique coat, that was for sure. White with black spots, outlined with brown and with grey speckles. “She named him Joseph after the Joseph in the Bible.”
   Kit blinked and looked at Ashley. “What?”
   “You know, the Joseph with the multi-colored coat that got sold by his brothers?”
   Kit shook her head. “No idea what you're talking about,” she turned back to study the picture.
   Ashley seemed a little taken aback, but she said nothing more about it. “Did you want to see the paths?”
   “Yeah,” Kit stepped away from the picture. “I don't generally care for horses, but that is one nice looking horse. Are there many with that coloring?”
   “Nope, that's the first one I've seen with those markings, and I've been around horses for a while.”
   Kit glanced at the picture again and then followed Ashley out. Ashley led her to a well worn path that led off towards a patch of wooded land and then pointed. “There's the main path. Follow it down and just keep on it 'till you see another path jutting off that is marked with a red ribbon. That is the path she took.”
   “Okay, thanks,” Kit thanked Ashley before setting off down the path. She hadn't gone far when she heard, “Hey, wait up!” She turned around to see Jeremy running towards her.
  “What do you think you're doing?” he demanded.
   “Dan said that I should check out the path.”
   “By yourself? You don't know if kidnappers might still be lurking in there. I'm coming with you.”
   “Don't think I can take care of myself huh?” Kit giggled. “Fine, I don't care if you come or go but let's get moving whatever we do.”

-Sir Doyle