#stolen horse

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"BOY, 16, STEALS HORSE AND CYCLES 80 MILES," Toronto Star. September 30, 1943. Page 2. --- Michael Stiles and Juvenile Rode All Day Round Don Valley ---- JAILED FOUR MONTHS ---- County Police Court, County Buildings, Magistrate Keith. Charged with theft of a horse, on which he rode the Don valley trails for a whole day, and with theft of a bicycle which he rode 80 miles to Lindsay, Michael Stiles, 16, pleaded guilty today before Magistrate Keith. The boy was sentenced to three months at Guelph for the horse theft, the term to be concurrent with a similar penalty imposed at Lindsay for housebreaking. He was also given a one-month consecutive term for bicycle theft.

Det. Harold Speight of East York police said that Stiles and a juvenile had taken two horses and saddles from the stables of the Bar-Branch riding school on Broadview Ave. on Sept. 17. The horses were ridden around the Don valley all day and were later found abandoned one and a half miles from the stables.

Stiles told the court he had been working as a machine shop operator in Toronto, but recently had lost a finger and was waiting for compensation. Det. Speight said the boy had been living alone in Toronto, his mother having gone to Sudbury.

"You'll have a hard life ahead of you if you don't straighten up, son," declared his worship in passing sentence.

Pleading guilty of theft of $3.25 from the Milk for Britain fund. theft of an auto rug and theft of two rings, a boy of 16 was remanded for sentence until Oct. 7 by Magistrate Keith today.

His worship was advised by Detective McLellan that accused's father was in the army.

"You're not much help to your mother," observed Magistrate Keith to accused. "Why don't you get out and work and earn some money. You should keep your name good. otherwise you haven't got any- thing."

HAD BANK REVOLVER ---- "B" Police Court, City Hall, Magistrate Browne Appearing for judgment on a charge of receiving a revolver, stolen from a King St. bank, Frank Holmes, who admitted a record. was convicted and sentenced to four months imprisonment. Holmes claimed to have bought the revolver from a child for 75 cents.

Appearing for sentence on a charge of theft of a ring from a young woman, with whom he had been keeping company. Pte. Donald Penfield was sentenced to 60 days.

"The drunk driving charge will be dismissed and on the careless driving charge to which you have pleaded guilty there will be a penalty of $50 or 30 days." his worship told Joseph Aiken when he appeared for judgment on the more serious charge. Two witnesses denied that accused was intoxicated.

A conviction was registered against Ormie Drew and a fine of $100 or one month imposed, when he appeared for judgment on a charge of obstructing Plainclothesmen Sutton, Edgeworth and Patton, when they sought to enter his Wellesley St. house. Accused and three members of his family had denied the charge.

At the request of the crown Antoni Lizert, charged with a breach of the oil controller's regulations by having loose coupons. was remanded to Oct. 4. with bail $1,000.

[goldendivinewrath]

Sometimes my MP3 player just likes to play little pranks.

Lyrics:

Falling, falling into you Falling, no parachute You lost all self-control We don't know Which way you might go I found a map you left No use Can't tell east from west

Heading out on this mercy trail You look so strong Feel so frail Need a friend in this barren land All your approaches have failed Hope you come through

Falling, falling into you Falling, no parachute Are you receiving me Read my lips A foreign language I'm not deceiving you Take my hand It's a bridge

Heading out on this mercy trail You look so strong Feel so frail See the world through a preacher's eyes Now all of your preaching has failed Hope you come through

Someone has stolen your horse Hitch a ride 'cause it's far too far to walk

[georgedontdothat]

carcass acres

[amielot]

Horn.

Bonus:)

[e-vay]

Another scene from @beeextraordinary123’s story “What Was Stolen”

What do you mean you haven't read it yet? Go read it! I can't keep excusing you from work and school, your boss/teacher/parents are going to come after me!

I love this story so much. I need more ԅ(♡﹃♡ԅ)

[Here's the other fanart I drew with an excerpt from the chapter]

[souryellows]

there was a room in the old family farmhouse that was technically my uncle’s office but we just called it ‘the clown room’ because it was decorated floor to ceiling with clownery. clown paintings and posters. piles of clown magazines. clown statues. and even worse is the house was burnt down at one point and when they finished fixing it up they put the clown room back together with the same decorations, now all at least somewhat damaged in the fire, the worst of which were the horrific partially melted clown statues

[g00seg1raffe]

So there was a post a while back about Ben Solo always being told "don't do (x), that's how uncle luke lost his hand" when he was a kid - and I raise you: Elrond and Elros being told "don't do (x), that's how Maedhros lost his hand"??

Like, at Amon Ereb when the twins were newly acquired and refusing to eat their vegetables and Maglor is Mag-mothering them until Erestor, feral half-sane clinically depressed anarchist Avari hostage/patient/infiltrator and Certified Little Shit, hits em with:

"I would listen to the Lord Maglor, winyamor, he well knows the dangers that come to young elflings who don't eat enough vegetables - after all, that's how his brother lost his hand."

Elrond looks conflicted. Elros squints suspiciously. "Truly?"

Erestor, practically comatose since the massacre but ultimately saved from Fading by the biological compulsion to fuck with you, lays a hand over his heart. "I would never lie about such a thing! Just what do you take me for? This is a true tale and a grave warning - the Lord Maedhros' hand was tragically lost in the days of his youth, whilst he was still growing as you are. He refused to eat his vegetables and so, cruelly deprived of the strength it needed to grow strong, his body started to fall apart! First his fingers, then his thumb, and then his palm and wrist - all turned blue and dropped off!"

"No!" Elrond gasps. Elros looks both terrified and impressed. Maglor's face is scrunched up into something that the twins probably interpret as pained - at reminder of the horrors of limbs falling off! - but is actually just him busting a rib trying not to laugh.

"Yes!" Erestor cries with relish. "And it never grew back. All because he didn't eat his vegetables. Isn't that right, Lord Maedhros?"

Maedhros, a looming terror at the head of the table, scarred and solemn and impenetrable as his fortresses, narrows his eyes consideringly at the unfolding shenanigans and the rascal behind it. His conclusion? Fuck it. He gives a slow, solemn nod. Completely deadpan and exaggeratedly formal, because it may have been centuries since he last had his brothers smothering laughter at political dinners but the Finwëan sense of humour, once caught, is not an ailment easily cured.

Maglor conceals his wheezes behind his goblet as Erestor nods sagely to the wide-eyed twins, who suddenly seem a sight more interested in their vegetables.

[pinkysberg]

sumn i half resent is this idea that sadie's husband dying is "90% of her motivation" or whatever. because while yes, being a vengeful widow is definitely a huge aspect of sadie's character, she lost a lot more than her husband. she lost her entire life. she lost her home, her security, her very way of life. she is more than just a wife and she makes that very clear. i understand that her grief and vengeance on behalf of jake is very real and integral to what motivates sadie. but she isn't just grieving jake.

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

I think Sugar is me when my mom walks over with cleaning supplies in her hand

[fluentisonus]

help I forgot about the "barry deserts the army by stealing the belongings of a random gay couple he found at the river" scene in barry lyndon

[hedgiwithapen]

Isi, princess who had her title stolen from her, needs some Leverage against the People Speaking would be queen.

(Crossing over with the Books of Bayern my beloved!) “Hey Eliot.” Parker hopped down from the stable loft, landing neatly beside where he was  cleaning sweat soaked tack. She poked a lock of hair back up under her headscarf, a soft green that Alec had picked out because it was her favorite color.   “I think the Yellowgirl’s a fraud.” “Huh-uh. “ Eliot said, cleaning foam from the bridle. “Well, the accent’s right. She walks like someone used to a castle. Why do you think she’s a fraud?” “Cuz it’s in her letters.” Parker brandished a packet of papers. “What? I’ll put them back! I just thought you should see, because, you know. This changes the whole con.” “It really doesn’t,” Eliot sighed.  Infiltrate the castle, get dirt on the new prime minister to prove he’d been shortchanging the stablehands’s pay, get some extra gold for the forest-dwellers’ trouble. That was it.  But now it was shaping up to be a diplomatic incident. “It expands it,” Parker amended. “Debatable,” Eliot said. “Lemme see those letters.” He  scrubbed off his hands on his pants and took the papers, whistling as he skimmed them. Handwriting looked right, too. Whoever Kildenree’s princess really was, she’d been raised high up, used to neat correspondence. No blots, no pauses where the ink had run. If you ignored the words, everything would seem just fine. If you didn’t… “Yeah,” Eliot said. “A war changes things. Get the others here tonight.” “Here? With the horses?” Parker made a face. “It’s bad enough right now, the creepy one’s outside.” “He’s not creepy,” Eliot snapped. “He’s hurting.  Fine, we can meet--- somewhere.not the barracks, not the castle…” “By the sheep?” Parker suggested. “Outside the wall, and there’s a really good tree I’ve been itching to climb…” “Fine.” Eliot said, his mind already trying to piece together plans.  Harry had to stay where he was, their inside informant needed to stay inside.  He was in the best position, other than Sophie, to gather intel directly from the imposter, though Eliot and Sophie both still doubted his ability to lie convincingly. He could make anyone believe what he believed, but the man had to actually believe it himself, which was great for some of the cons, and not so much for others.  Sophie’d lobby for a Lost Heir con, which Eliot mentally dismissed. Breanna was close to the right age, but no one would mistake Alec’s sister for Kildenrean. Parker was probably Kildenrean, but too old to pass for the probably dead princess, so that was out. Tiran turnabout might work, if they could get the imposter anxious enough to flee…. He sighed. “Parker, get Alec these letters so he can forge copies to put back, we keep these.” “What are you going to do?” she asked. Eliot looked at the bridle in his hands. “I’m going to go steal a horse.”

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"CHARGED WITH THEFT." Toronto Globe. August 15, 1933. Page 2. ---- Milton, Aug. 14.-(Special) ---Fred Coxe of Nassagaweya Township was arrested by Provincial Constable Noakes of Milton and lodged in the County Jail here. Coxe is charged with stealing a horse, valued at $50, from Thomas Coxe of Milton. The accused will appear for trial before Police Magistrate Elliott on Wednesday, Aug. 16.

[i-guess-well-never-exist]

TMA 200 Spoilers

Could someone explain the last line to me? I never quite got it.

[georgedontdothat]

[independent-fics]

Gif-ing “The Two-Horse Job” tonight and once again Eliot is wearing glasses in the beginning to watch the job presentation?? I just need to know if this man wears prescription or not.

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