In life, there are always obstacles, and in this case, horses. Lots of horses. Lots of horses being ridden by people with weapons. Surprisingly, dodging shrapnel was not at the top of my list of worries. The hoofed
one in the back gently tilted his head, looked me straight in the eye, and delivered a message:
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Hi, I'm Mr. Ed. Back the ^!@% up or I'll nibble your nose. |
But, as you go through life and patiently wait, and persevere, pressing forward towards your goals, friends come along and...
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It's a me! Mar... Hey, who you lookin' at? |
The End.
...or is it?