I was at the window paying my quarterly sewage taxes when there was a huge commotion and in comes this jumpy pair. Some yahoo with a confederate flag. On horseback, no less. The palomino was bucking like she was the evening’s entertainment at a Texas line dance bar. Urban Cowboy was hollering about taxes being unconstitutional and isn’t that why we fought the British anyway? I figured I had no chance to calm him down so I focused on the horse. I happened to have an apple in my pocket and as I sidled up to her flank, she started nuzzling my jacket. I reached in and polished the McIntosh, then took a big bite, spitting it into my hand for her. She snarfed it up like she hadn’t been fed before the big invasion, which any commander knows is a no-no. Meanwhile, the poor ladies at the tax desk were trying to reason with Saddle Boy, to no avail. I heard sirens in the distance. The police station is a mile away so they’d be here soon. I sure didn’t want anyone to think I’m a party to this madness so I gave the tawny mare the rest of my snack, winked at the ladies, said, “Good luck,” as I strode off.
Mary Wallace
31/7/2020 10:37:08 am
Fun story.
Sue Clayton
1/8/2020 10:10:03 am
Agree with Mary. Always enjoy a good horsey story. Comments are closed.
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