It was a dreary rainy day and dad was working in the garage, fixing harnesses and doing all the rainy day chores. He noticed that three of the horses were milling around in the yard behind the barn. Molly , one of the horses was missing. Dad told Al and Bill to go find her.
They looked in the barn, all around the pasture and everywhere else they could think of , even checking the fences making sure none of them were down. They cane back to tell dad that they couldn’t find Molly. Dad told them to go check the creeks, maybe she was getting a drink. So off they went and that’s where they found her but she was not drinking. She was mired down in a mud hole. She was in mud up to the middle of her body and the mud was acting like quicksand. The more she tried to get out the further under she’d go.
The boys ran home to tell dad where she was. Dad went out to see if he could lead her out of the mud but when he saw her he realized that he wouldn’t be able to lead her out because she was in to deep. Dad knew he had to do something fast because she was getting excited , thrashing about and getting herself in deeper. So he ran to the barn, harnessed one of the other horses, took a rope and went back to the creek. After several attempts at lassoing dad finally got the rope over her head. He attached the other end of the rope to the harnessed horse and started pulling. I thought Molly was going to die because the rope was very taut around her neck and she kept gasping for air. After several tried she slowly began to free herself. It’s almost as if Molly knew dad had saved her life. For several weeks she tried to follow dad wherever he went.