EMBEZZELMENT
The guy at the horse corral
was picking weeds. It was a
fine day for that, but I said,
'don't the horses just eat them
anyway?' He laughed and said
'No. We keep them on a strict
and enforced diet. They mostly
only eat what we give them.'
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He was pretty tall, and his belt
buckle shone in the sunlight.
Farmers and horse guys often
have that look - part hayseed
and part rube, I guess - but this
guy wore it pretty sharp. I did
always like horse-girls better.
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They always seem to have a
flaxen, shiny look - much more
to my liking, and one that better
seems to fit with horses. No
mind to that, though; no telling
for taste.
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Just the other day, and for the
next day too, I saw a small
caravan of laden tractors, each
loaded up with hay. The went
past me, slowly, 4 in a row, one
way, and back the other way,
empty. Each was driven, slowly,
by - I guess - Mennonite ladies
in their Mennonite garb - the little
head caps and light blue farm-dresses.
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