The rider does not give his name, but here's what he writes.

I'm from South Central Kentucky.

When I was 12 years old, we lived on a dairy farm across the gravel road from my cousin's

house.

At the time, I was raising some baby chicks that I kept on a house shelf and a tall

shed that paralleled the back of my cousin's house.

I kept them there to keep any animals from getting to them.

One night my cousin was over and we were watching TV when I suddenly realized I had forgotten

to feed my chicks.

My mom handed me a mostly empty box of quaker oats, and my cousin, my little sister, who

was three years younger than us, and I went out to feed the chicks.

My cousin's driveway had just recently had a new load of white gravel poured on it, and

the moon was full that night, and we could see just fine without the flashlight.

But I took one with me anyway so I could see inside the shed.

The shed door was standing half open, so we walked inside and I flipped on the flashlight.

The shelf where the chicks were on was six feet up.

I had to use the ladder to reach them, but I wanted to make sure they were out of harm's

way.

And as I swung the beam around to face the shelf, I got the shock of my life.

Standing there on its hind legs with its front paws on the shelf was a huge white dog-like

animal.

Well, one of a screen, I couldn't tell which one of us it was, but that prompted the

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