Slueth Sarah Strikes Again...

Sarah Discher

Age 19

One morning I awoke knowing that something was different. Something would happen today! Something exciting would take place. The air was charged with excitement…


No. That’s how most people would begin, but I would prefer to give the fact as they are.

One would have expected an unusual prelude to an unusual day, but in this case, nothing out of the ordinary alluded to the events of the day. The morning had begun hot and humid, pretty much like every other morning in Central Florida. Life began as usual with everyone subtly sliding by the computer to glance over the email, while attempting to look as if they were examining an interesting paper on the desk. I was among those who take great interest in that paper on the desk, and that morning was no exception. Hark!! What find I? An email from Uncle Hans! “Will you be home on Saturday between the hours of 8 and 11?” “Ah! now this,” said I “is unusual. Why would we need to be home during those exact hours?” And so the quest began. Through bits and pieces of information dropped in my parent’s conversation, it became known that we would have a large breakfast ready, dress in western attire, play bluegrass music and have everything spotless for the occasion. My mind began to whirl.

…Relatives visiting…a moving crew…Ricky Skaggs to hear us audition…long lost friends or relatives visiting…No, none of these. They are either outrageous or impossible! I went to sleep that night pondering the impossible!

Saturday morning dawned…hot and humid. I awoke to the same puzzle I had dreamt of. As I began preparations for the day, a memory began to creep into my mind. “Yess…that’s it…a previous email…yes…riding…beginner…good…” And suddenly I had it! I had remembered an email Uncle Hans had sent a month or so ago inquiring after our riding skills. Uncle Hans must have arranged for horse rides delivered to our front door!

I was enlightened in sufficient time to dangle my newfound knowledge before my siblings, as one dangles a carrot before a horse (appropriately). As the trailer pulled into the yard and the horses stepped out, I had the satisfaction of knowing that Sarah, Private Eye had done it again. The facts had been brought to light and the mystery had been solved! It was a wonderful surprise!