Lincoln was seven years old one day he went out to play all of a sudden hear the sound of the uproar looked inside,he saw a group of people around a rider carefully a listen to just know this man is a thief the horse was stolen when he rode on a horse ready to escape being found but he quibbled with what say I stole the horse,this is my horse!Lincoln immediately stepped forward to say since you said that the horse is your good you say that there is something wrong with this horse which eye?He said as he hands over the horse's eyes a thief a listen to nasty busy say left eye!Lincoln loosen hand cover your horse's left eye and the hand in front of the eyes of the horse kept waving horse let out a cry thief nasty responds immediately more wrong I'm wrong it should be in the right eye!Lincoln soon