Moondance Alexander Page #2

I was on this really creepy road and I thought

that somebody was following me.

But then he jumped out and I thought

that he was a possible stalker.

But he's a horse. You can obviously tell

that he's neglected and really hungry.

So I couldn't just leave him

there in the middle of the road.

Mom, I think he's homeless.

Moondance, this horse is not homeless.

He's gotten out somehow

and now he's lost.

But we don't know that.

Well, you know what?

We'll call Mr. McClancy.

I'm sure he can help us

find the owner. No!

Sorry, Mom.

Ah.

Okay, Buck. Yeah, thank you very much.

I really appreciate all your help.

We'll talk to you tomorrow.

Bye-bye.

Mr. McClancy said that there are only

a few farms in that area.

So he's gonna make some calls

and get back to us tomorrow.

I never made my other delivery.

You'll have to do it first thing in the morning,

after you find the horse's owner.

- That stinks.

- Well, that's life.

Why don't I finish dinner and you go say

good night to your temporary visitor?

Oh, and whoa, whoa.

Here.

- Give him this and tell him to lay off my art.

- Thanks, Mom.

Hi there.

Oh, your forelock's all dirty.

Want some apple?

Yeah.

There you go.

You like that, don't you?

I wonder who your owner is.

Well, whoever they are,

they should be flogged, 'cause you're a mess!

See, if were your owner,

I would take really good care of you.

And you know what else?

I- I would name you Checkers.

I think you would like Checkers.

Well, then, I think Checkers it is.

My name is Moondance Alexander.

That was a little painful,

but fun. Yeah, old buddy?

- Moondance!

- Come on. Let's do it again.

Moondance! Young lady,

what do you think you're doing?

Um, nothing. Just going

for a little workout.

No, you're not!

Get down off that horse right now!

- But, Mom, can't-

- Moondance Alexander, this is not your horse.

Now get off.

I'm not gonna tell you again!

- Why are you freaking out?

- I just saw you flying through

the air like Wonder Woman.

I mean, thank goodness you're not hurt.

You're not hurt, are you?

- No!

- Look, honey, you don't know this horse.

He-He could have

trampled you to death...

and goodness knows whatever else

a wild animal like this is capable of.

- Checkers isn't wild.

- Checkers?

I-I named him... temporarily.

Mr. McClancy is here

to get the horse.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- That's all right.

I guess all good things

must come to an end.

No. Come on, Checkers.

Hi there.

- Well, I take it, uh, this is the escape artist, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Well, good thing you caught him.

No telling what kind of trouble he'd gotten into.

Who's he belong to, Buck?

A guy over at, uh,

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