"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it." Mark Twain
A couple times in my life, I have found things (I s’pect that most ever’body finds things now ’n then)...
One afternoon, I found a baby, but only for about twenty minutes’n then found the mother which was fortuitous to say the least…And once I found an amiable elderly gentleman ’n had a nice conversation with him until his daughter found us ’n took him home…
Then, there wuz a couple times that I found a horse…
Usually, when (’n if) you find a horse, you generally find a rider nearby but not always….
One rainy evening, well ackshully nearing mid’nite, my friend, Gerald ’n I, wuz walking down the road (southbound US23, t’be precise) when we came upon a horse going the same direction…since it seemed somewhat impractical for all three of us to walk ’n since it seemed unlikely that Gerald ’n I t’gether could even lift the horse, much less carry him, why we just asked the horse to carry us…the horse didn’t say no ’n didn’t seem to mind when we clambered (nice word, ain’t it~never tho’t I’d have much use for that word but there you are) aboard ’n down the road we went, the three of us…
I think I said before that it wuz a kind of rainy evening ’n you may not know this, but horses, like dogs, tend t’be a wee bit odiferous when they’re wet…’n more than willing to share their wet hair with anyone dumb enuff to brush against them which maneuver then allows the recipient to share that odiferous quality of wet horse….
At any rate, the three of us travelled along quite amiably until Gerald ’n I reached our destination where we disembarked or unclambered (got down) (from the horses back, y’see) thanked the horse for his company ’n watched him (or possibly her, maybe an it) disappear in the mist leaving only a coating of horse hair, the odor of wet horse ’n a memory…..
Again, quoting from Mr. Clemens~"Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty 'n gradually approach eighteen."
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