Ok it isn’t even 10:30 in the morning and there is already excitement in the neighborhood, Debora was talken to the neighbor “over the fence”, how else are you suppose to talk to your neighbors in the country but “over the fence.” On the other side of “Bobs” is a very small pasture that is owned by some old farmer, somewhere around here and he keeps, once in a while, a couple of his horse there, well this morning he came and got one of them, there is now another horse down in the pasture, just a raisen cane. He looks young and more rambunctious. I walked to the other side of Bob’s fence line and took a look, we the young horse saw me and galloped over to the fence as fast as he could run, he paced around, rearing up and being all frisky. Now I walked away, because I saw where a part of the fence on our side of the street is kind of laying down, I came back and told “Mother Superior” about the horse carrying on, so now off she goes with a hand full of old carrots, we had, we don’t know who the old man is or how to get a hold of him, so rather than listening for the sounds of hoofs running down the street, we called the Sheriff’s Game Warden Department, so will follow up as developments come forth. Guess my explanation of a western hideout, I should have guessed there would be horses involved………hey what can I say, I can watch my own home made western out my front window………..how about that Rusti Fawcett Hurd and I thought this was going to be "A Quiet Place in the Country"..............HHHHHAAAAA
Posted on: Tue, 02 Jul 2013 14:42:24 +0000
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