Has anyone seen Willy?

Willy has disappeared from his royal enclosure to the rear of the palace and was last galloping down the Mall with a wild haired Irishman on his back. My poor horse! What am I to do? My detective claims that the thief responsible for this outrage may be called Pete. Apparently, he knows nothing about horses. He would just be interested in selling my loyal and reveered horse to the French for mere money. They eat horses there apparently. In these unfortunate cirstances my detective would ask you all loyal subjects to keep your eyes peeled for a brown stallion answering to the name of Willy galloping towards Dover where apparently it is the intention of this horrid man called Pete to have my dear Willy on the dining table of some uncouth French man before the sun goes down. Another stiff ...er dring tank you very much George!