After a bit Cladd’s birth mother was able to calm down enough to talk. She was shorter than what he had dreamed about, but her laughter was exactly what he had remembered once he heard it again. It was strange how some things stick with a person and they do not even know it.
“So, what do you think happened?” Cladd was finally going to get the answers he had dreamed about all his life.
“You were almost 2 years old, and you were sitting on our old horse. She was a good babysitter for you. We were working in the field sowing some seeds for the winter plant and we turned around and saw the horse running into the woods. Like something spooked her. That was the last time I saw you until now.” Helga paused for a moment. “We found the horse, she had fallen and broken her leg. How that
