Anderson stared at eh empty barn in shock. How could they all have escaped? Every last one of the centaurs he’d gathered; from three separate herds, every one, save the few he’d sold, had escaped.

“How?” he screamed. “Where did they go?”

“We didn’t even see their hoof prints, sir,” one of the guards said. “We didn’t know until we opened the barn to start work this morning.”

Anderson stared in shock at the soft earth beneath his feet. There was not one print to show that a herd of centaurs had passed. “How!” he screamed.