But if you took the fork in the road that led to the ring, you could see her shoulders slump. "Aw Wilbur, do we have to do that?" she would have said.
In Hawaii, I got a beautiful reddish-brown horse named Koa, presumably because of his color which was like the tropical wood of the same hue.
Anyway, Koa was a such a brat that I demanded that the trail boss and I switch horses, which we did, right in the middle of a stream (I know, I know).
Later, I found out that Koa was rather famous on the island for being a “handful”.
In fact, he wasn’t named after the hardwood at all, but after a Hawaiian war god.
LOL...the good ol’ days!