lucyoncolorado

In which the horse in the pasture behind my house breaks his leg...

The sweet horse that lives in the pasture behind my house learned to leap over the fence and knock on my door with his nose when he wanted a carrot or an apple. I happily fed him and brushed him. We became good friends. He hung out in the yard in with my dog all day, and then in the evening I told him he had to jump back over the fence to go home or else his owners would be angry.

He tried to hop back over the fence, but his front hoof got hung on the wire and he fell, breaking his leg. He rolled over on his back and whimpered in pain. It was really upsetting. I bandaged up his leg and then walked around the block to his owner's house. They were having a costume party, so I let myself inside and looked for them. I explained what had happened and that their horse was in my backyard with a bandaged leg. They told me that he'd have to stay there for now to be safe. Most of them were dressed in drag. Several of the men were wearing the sort of outfit that saloon girls wear in old Western movies, and the women all had handlebar mustaches painted on their faces. Before they let me leave to go back home, they put a wig on my head and gave me a cigar.