Driven to It

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Candy the horse was sick and tired of eating grass. One day she snorted and turned her nose away from her lunch.

"I won't eat another bite!" she vowed, stomping her black hoof against the grass.

Her aunt shook her mane, "What will you eat, then, Candy?"

Candy thought for a moment before an idea hit her like lightning.

"Pizza!" she said, "All the girls and boys at the house are always talking about eating pizza when we ride!"

"Good luck," Auntie said, trotting away.

Candy thought to write a letter to order her pizza. She stuck the letter in the mail but her pizza never arrived.

"Strike one!" she exclaimed.

She found a key, sneaked into the house, and picked up the phone.

"I want pizza," she said, "With lots of apples and cookies on it."

"We don't make pizza like that," the man said.

Candy sighed and put the phone down.

"Strike two! I know," Candy said, "I will cook my own pizza!" Candy put on her shoes and stuck a mustache on her nose as a disguise. She hopped on her motorcycle and flew to the city.

Inside the store, she pushed a cart and grabbed apples, cookies, and bread for her pizza.

"Where is your money?" the woman asked.

"Money?" Candy was puzzled.

A policeman shoved to the front of the line. "This is America. You need money or gold to buy things."

Candy was shocked. "Strike three. I don't have money or gold!" she cried. She looked at the woman and the policeman, grabbed the food, and ran out the door.

"Stop!" the policeman yelled. He buckled into his police car and chased after Candy.

Candy ran until she hit the beach and bumped into the waves. She jumped onto a boat so she could sail to Australia or Canada and get food for no money. But the policeman had jumped onto a bigger ship and sailed after her.

Candy's time was up. The policeman caught her at the train station and took her to jail.

"I'll cut you a deal," the policeman said. "If you help us catch the Cupcake Bomber, we'll let you go."

"How on earth could I help?" Candy smirked.

The policeman set down a paper full of information. "Because you are a horse and the Cupcake Bomber is a unicorn. You'll know how it thinks and can get close to it."

Candy smiled, "I'll do it on one condition."

"What?" the policeman asked.

"You buy me a pizza."

The policeman laughed, "Deal!"