The next morning, I summoned Raffi. “Get Serena and wait for me on the path to the film set,” I told him. His eyes widened in surprise. “And bring a closed umbrella,” I added.
After Jerry woke up, he shook wood chips from his hide and nibbled his grain.
“Let’s all go for a walk,” I suggested.
But he refused to come out of his stall. “Is it raining?” he whinnied.
I shook my head. “It’s a gorgeous morning,” I replied.
Jerry walked as far as the barn doors and halted. “That puddle looks deep,” he said.
I stepped directly into the water. “It’s hardly above my ankles,” I told him.
“Okay, I trust you,” Jerry replied. Reluctantly, he followed me outside.
We walked around, and then I began to march down the easterly path toward the film set. Jerry came to a dead stop. He gave me a reproachful look. “I thought we were buddies,” he said.
“You said you trusted me,” I reminded him, and Jerry nodded reluctantly.
Serena and Raffi were approaching. I instructed Serena to stand with Jerry and told Raffi to place the orange umbrella on the ground. “Oh no, an alien,” Jerry shrieked and backed up three feet.
“It’s okay,” I promised. With my hoof I stamped on the orange fabric. Curiosity filled Jerry’s features. He stepped closer. Serena patted him encouragingly on the neck.
Next, Raffi opened the umbrella, and Jerry exclaimed, “Oh, no. The monster’s alive.”
I began to chew on the fabric. Seconds later, small pieces of orange littered the grass. Jerry stuck his nose down and sniffed.
“That’s nothing to be afraid of,” he nickered. Serena kissed the tip of his nose.
“Detective. How did you figure all this out?” She asked.
“I just had to remember to think like a horse,” I replied.
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