The Hunt Begins
Despite being frustrated at first, the farmer did not give up. He began walking from door to door in neighboring farms asking people if they have any knowledge about his whereabouts. Flyers were placed in shops and community boards, and by word of mouth spread through rural areas. People offered their help, but with time, less frequent searches were made.
Days turned lonely for the farmer, having his horse not around. The sight of the empty stable became like a flag constantly reminding him of his loss. Still, he would not give up his hope. Every morning, he would walk to the edge of his property and look in the distance, searching for a familiar shape. Even when friends told him to give up, he could not find it in himself to abandon the belief that his horse was still out there.
It was by love, but it was also a feeling of obligation. He could not let his horse suffer alone; for a man who had received so much support from the animal, unable to do anything for it, was a thought almost too much to bear. This feeling was what carried him through, despite all obstacles and odds.
It was a demonstration of how far his love for the animal ran. It ran deeper than words or arguments.
