Once in a while the Perch pair from the farm up the street would bust out of their place and come for a visit. The owner was sort of stingy on feed and grooming, so the fellas would come to graze where my horses weren't allowed, and get all purdied up by my daughters...braids, brushing, picking. Still don't know how they managed to unhook the barn door..time after time. The girls were awful small, but those huge horses were supremely gentle with them. I barebacked one, and the ride was terrific. Their regular duty was pulling a hay cutter.
Once, one of the big guys wandered to the corral fence where my Arab was blustering...doing his best impersonation of Black Stallion....to intimidate the Percheron away. HA! The Perch, without missing a mouthful of grass, nonchalant delivered a loving back-kick to the Arab's chest, through the rails. Arab was stunned, knees buckled a bit, then he went to the far side of the corral...a safe 80' away, and resumed the bluster. Percheron coulda killed him...but didn't...just sent a kind message. (I really loathed that Arab....I love Percherons...just couldn't afford to feed 'em)
Boring horsie story. Haven't thought about them for years, until now.
Not boring at all! Those of us who have been, unfortunately, trapped in cities much, most or all of our lives oftentimes find ourselves yearning for such 'boring' life experiences. To me, such a story is far more interesting than hearing about the most recent crackhead who overdosed on the other side of town. Stories such as yours are what SHOULD be filling our days, not so much of the ugliness that passes for 'news' and 'life' these days.
Thank you :-)