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The Horse is out of the Barn LbNA #56275 (ARCHIVED)

Owner:Adoptable
Plant date:Oct 30, 2010
Location:
City:Charlestown Township
County:Chester
State:Pennsylvania
Boxes:2
Planted by:RazBunny
Found by: softballmom19 (2)
Last found:Feb 27, 2011
Status:FFFFFr
Last edited:Oct 30, 2010
The Horse is out of the Barn

“Do you want to hide a letterbox or two today?” the dad asked.

“Yes, and I know the perfect spot”, the girl answered. “There is a nice park behind Valley Forge Christian College.”

“I don’t know where that is; can you tell me the way?”

“Sure, but we don’t go in the front entrance to the college.”

“Oh, you mean off Township Line Road?”

“Yes. It is called Charlestown Park, and it is on Township Line Road between Pothouse Road and Coldstream Road.”

They drove to the park and parked in the small parking lot. Then they walked along the old road which is now closed to cars. After a short walk, they reached a fork marked by an old faded street sign. They went to the right along the paved trail called 6th Avenue. After another short walk, then came to another fork and again went right. Soon, they crossed a bridge and took the trail to the left. The trail soon changed from paved to wood chips.

As they approached the Wetlands Overlook on the left, the dad said, “Let’s hide a letterbox here.”

They placed it on a beam under the platform, near the point farthest from the entrance. As they hid the box, the girl spoke after a long silence: “I didn’t study for my English test, and I think I got a bad grade. It was on metaphors… I guess I better start studying.”

The dad said, “Well, I think the horse is out of the barn.”

Then girl said, “What horse, what barn? We don’t have a barn or a horse! We live in a condo!”

The dad said, “It means you are trying to do something when it is too late. You should have studied before your test! For example, imagine you had a barn for your horse, but the door was left open. After the horse has run away, you could close the door, but it is already too late. The horse is out of the barn.”

As they continued up the wood chip path, she said, “Where did the horse go? We should find it!”

“It doesn’t matter where the horse went! The point is, you are trying to fix something when it’s too late.”

“Well, if I lost a horse, I would think it was pretty important to find out where it went!”

After about walking about 110 steps from the overlook, the dad said, “Oh, never mind; let’s just hide this second letter box. I think this stump off the right side of the trail looks like a good spot.”

“Well, at least we both agree on one thing!” said the girl. As usual, she had the last word.