"Yes, sir, this is my horse. I call him Trotter. Yes, he's fast. Really fast. My sweater? Oh. Granny knitted it just for me. The hood is there to cover the giant open wound I got when I got bonked on the head with Gran'pa's belt sander. Yes, sir, it was on. They say I'll have to wear a hood the rest of my life, sir. Yes, I understand Trotter isn't a real horse. I wasn't hit THAT hard with the belt sander."
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
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