A farmer finds a horse that has been missing for eight months. Find out what happened to the horse

It was a cool morning in late autumn when Farmer George first realized that his beloved horse Thunder had disappeared.

When he approached the stall, his heart sank – the door was open, and the horse was nowhere to be found. George searched everywhere: the forest, the hills, the banks of the river. With each passing day, his hope faded.

Thunder was more than just a draft horse for him. He was a friend who understood George without words. Every evening, the farmer went into the barn hoping that the horse would return. But the days turned into weeks, and Thunder never showed up.

And now, eight months later, in the dim evening light, George saw Thunder again. He stood before him – alive, unharmed, as if nothing had happened. But his joy was overshadowed by anxiety: something was wrong.

When the wind rose and the leaves rustled, George noticed – someone was watching him in the shadows. Eyes glittered at ground level. Thunder stood quietly, only slightly wagging his tail, but behind him loomed a dark silhouette.

The farmer came closer, trying to make out the figure slowly emerging from the gloom. His heart began to beat faster. He tensely gripped the rake, preparing for anything. But what he saw confused him.

A small animal appeared in front of him. Before George had time to get closer, the creature took off and darted towards the thicket. The farmer instinctively followed. The chase led him away from the familiar fields, deep into the wild landscape.

In a small clearing, illuminated by the remnants of daylight, he saw Thunder again – the same one, proud and reliable. George, covered in dust and fatigue, leaned on the side of his horse. But he was not alone. The small creature hiding next to him turned out to be a puppy. It was breathing heavily, but did not try to run away. On the contrary, it watched the man with curiosity.

The farmer laughed with relief. “So you’re just a puppy… And I thought…” he whispered.

The dog barked cheerfully and signaled to follow him. Under a thick tree, George noticed several tiny puppies. They were shaking, whining pitifully. Some were injured. It was to them that both Thunder and the dog were leading. They were not wandering around doing nothing – they were looking for help.

Returning to the farm, George settled the puppies in an empty stall, laying soft hay for them. The mother puppy lay down next to her offspring, her eyes shining with calm and gratitude.

From then on, George watched with a smile in the mornings as Thunder and the dog ran across the fields, followed by the playful, still clumsy puppies. Life on the farm was filled with the sounds of joy – neighing, barking, and cheerful squeals. The land, previously quiet and empty, came to life again.