I thought it was sort of wierd. I really couldn't imagine that happening. But, strange things do happen. Cheryl had told us the story before, but I had forgotten about it, until she mentioned it again. This was at the very end of my granddaughter's stay, and I had been at the Whitmore a couple of times close in time. It was those times that I started to feel things were not what they should be -- noticed a lot of things I didn't particularly approve of or like.
As far as my sister believing the horses were shot, her feelings were the same as mine -- thought it was sort of a strange thing to happen.