Dear Molly, You loved horses. You still like them quite a bit but you LOVED. THEM. You used to spend an entire day shoveling poo at the barn just so you could be around them – their scent, their snuffly horse noises, their big soft noses. Your 2nd cousin Andrea had a farm in New Hampshire where she raised Morgan horses and you would go to horse camp there every year. She had a wooden sign on the barn advertising horses for sale for $1,500-2,000. This seemed perfectly reasonable to you so you took a 1 gallon ice cream tub, scrubbed it out and taped a sign to the front: Horse Fund $1500. You kept it on your top shelf. You would imagine that horse in the back yard. You would ride her to school.