Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tricking Small Children

What happens when a little girl asks to hear stories about "her" horse's day at her Pop's farm in West Virginia?  The horse writes her, of course.

My sister said that she was getting a daily barrage of Q &A from the little girl. "What's Tate up to today, mom?"  "I wonder if he's being a good boy?"  "Is he being nice to Rainy Day and Patches?" Sighing, I'm sure my sister in all her adult wisdom responded with something like "I wish I knew, sweetie. But I don't think Tate does much more than eat grass and fertilize the lawn.  It would be nice to ask him what he does all day out at the farm but horses can't really talk or write."

*buzzer*

WRONG-O, mom. Wrong-o.

Of course horses talk and write!  Duh.

Luckily, the little girl's Aunt Poo went out to the barn with a large pencil in hand and some wide-lined paper and stood by while Tate wrote 5 long pages detailing his experiences with Tuna, the barnyard cat and Patches, his very best friend who has long eyelashes and a sassy disposition.

Word on the street is that it was bought, hook, line and sinker.

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