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“My horse! My horse! Has anyone seen my horse?” The villager ran into town asking everyone and anyone if they’d seen his prized possession. Hours later, after inspecting every barn and bakery, the defeated man sat down on a nearby bench to think about what in the world he was gonna do. “What’s troubling you?” Startled, the villager’s sunken head shot up and locked eyes with an elderly woman who’d quietly sat down beside him.