Frank drove and Sid sat thinking of Matt crying as he walked that short road to slaughter. The vehicle roared down the road eating up the fifty miles to the Meat Packing house.
Flying in the gate the vehicle stopped with dust and rocks flying. Jumping out Frank ran up to the stock yard manager.
"Sam, hi, we shipped a black pony in today has he been slaughter yet?" asked Frank all out of breath.
"Pony, hmmm pony, I don't see any pony brought in today, are you sure Franky came here and not the place across town," suggested Sam.
"Hey Sam are they asking about the cute black pony?' yelled a stock handler.
"Yea what's up, it's not on our recieving sheet," said Sam.
"We no sooner got him in but a funny looking guy in a pair of red pants and multi striped vest came over and bought him for work in a carny," said the handler.
"What carny," asked Frank and Sid together.
"Wierd, never heard of it, oh Boston Bobs Circus, I think," said the handler.
Sid looked at Frank then at the handler asking the direction he left in and any address.
Nothing to go on they returned tp the farm and informed Franky and Stormy Matt.