Harlon struggled to stay on his horse. He pulled tighter on the riens, hoping to regain his balance. Unfortunatley this startled the horse and it reared. Holding on for dear life, Harlon looked desperatly for help. Everyone seemed to be roaring with laughter.
"They can't believe I'm doing this on purpose, can they?" He thought.
Being a fool most of his life, Harlon never learned to ride a horse. He never realised they'd be riding horses on the search! Then Harlon mentally slapped himself. Of course they'd be riding, it was the fasted way.
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