Re: Horse Thief!

#442798

Cathy
Participant

Between us we had over 100 horses, driving the herd to the strains of
Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade
His prize was a white stallion; mine was black
But I coveted his, and he wouldn’t trade it for any number of my
other horses
The only way to have it was to steal it; once a crime punishable by hanging!
“Where’s my white stallion,” he whined. “I dunno,” I lied
Time passed and one day he waved the white stallion triumphantly
in my face; announcing my crime to our grandmother
Who could put the fear of hanging in you by the way!
“She took it! I found it in her suitcase!” he crowed
My mother’s old hard-shelled “train case” where I had packed
my new socks and underwear, preparing to run away …
“Why did you steal his horse?” was the question
“He shouldn’t have been going through my things!” was my futile reply
“Why have you packed your new socks and underwear?”
Silence
I guess my embarrassment was punishment enough
Enough fear of the consequences of lying and stealing to last a lifetime
I turned out to be a pretty honest human being; eventually not out of fear