We live in a small village in Kent. We have two neighbours to speak of, one being a pub and the other an elderly couple in the cottage over the way. Sally, the wife keeps horses and breeds them for racing. She exercises them just over the little lane from our house on a piece of land which also has a couple of old unused stables on it.
Five years ago, there was a knock at the door and Sally, standing in her usual attire of an old green jacket, woolly hat and muddy green Wellington boots began to tell us of a mysterious find.
She had as usual gone over with her two horses to let them off in the field, when she heard a shuffling and banging around in one of the old stables. Tentatively she went to inspect the noise. Before she opened the door she discovered a note which had been pinned to it. The note read as follows;
‘Do not move this horse, it is ours and we will be back to collect it in three days. We are travellers and will not cause your property any harm as long as you do not move this horse or contact the police'.
Sally then opened the door, and there staring up at her with big brown sorrowful eyes was a foal, it was a miniature Shetland pony! Sally was unsure what to do, she had her horses to worry about and her home, and after the somewhat threatening note didn't want to put them in jeopardy but was concerned for the foal as it looked very young. Sally did what she could for it leaving it food and water which it clearly had not been given.
After being told we decided that being we don't know the situation, perhaps the travellers didn't have a stable for it until they moved on or some such thing we would do as the note suggested.
That evening my mother came for dinner and in the course of conversation said "did you here about that little foal on radio Kent today"? she then went on to relay a piece of news she had heard. A young Shetland pony had been stolen away from its mother. Lucky (the foal's name) was in grave danger as it had not been weaned and was on special medication as it was sickly she went on to give a description of Lucky. The owner was on the radio begging for people to look out for him. Naturally when hearing this I jumped to my feet and told her of the pony left over the lane. Running to the kitchen to grab a torch I scurried over the lane. There in the gloom I peered into the old stable shining the torch on the foal to see if it fits the description given out on the radio. It was very dark, but from what I could work out it seemed a match! I came home and without thinking of the possible consequences rang Radio Kent. They put me in touch with the owner who sounded exhausted. It turns out that many people had rung in saying they have sighted Lucky but after touring Kent none have turned out to be him. I said that I couldn't be sure it was her horse, as I don't know much about them myself but it may be worth a look. The owner was pretty sure it was not going to be Lucky, but said she would come by tomorrow.
When she arrived, feeling a little worried that a may have wasted her time and hopes I took her over the lane to the stable.
Upon opening the doors and going inside, the owner dropped to her knees and grabbed the little lost foal. Weeping with joy she said "Lucky, I found you"! I
Became overwhelmed and started to cry myself. The lady was uncontrollably kissing and hugging the pony screaming with joy.
She said that the mother had been beyond consolable at not having her foal with her, and the family have been distraught as they had all become so attached to Lucky. They had named him Lucky due to the illness he had, and was very lucky to be alive in the first place.
The owner sat on the back seat of her car with the pony on her lap! While her husband drove them all back home...
A few days later she came back to see me with a card and present. She was so happy to be able to reunite Lucky with his mother and so grateful that I had ignored the threatening note and got in contact with her.
Thankfully we never heard from the thieves again in fact I don't think they even bothered to come back to the stable to check on poor little Lucky. Looking back on that, I can honestly say that was one of the most happy, memorable days of my life.