There was a time when he was an ordinary horse. Chewed stuff. Vaguely yellow-colored. Mostly stood around waiting for something to happen, which mostly didn’t happen.
Regular domestic horse stuff. Nothing complicated.
…and then Fact Finding Timmy showed up. A midget on a mission.
“Hey, I’ve got a client who wants me to find a horse who wants to fight crime.”
Chew. Chew. Chew. Stare. Chew.
“Ya wanna fight some crime?”
“Nod once for yes, twice for no.”
Chew. Pause… Chew. Nod.
“Alright then, we’ll be in touch. Here’s my card.” Fact Finding Timmy takes his diminutive foot off the bottom rail of the fence and turns away. Over his shoulder, “A whole new world is about to open for you, pal.”
That’s how it’s started, or so I’m told….