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Tapsel-t, rats oin mazes become streetwise, horses tire of the inexperience or the foreignness of strangers, and frequently leopards change spots!
posted by
kingmi
on September 17, 2005 at 10:52 PM
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dog1net, I love that story as one of my successful happy hour stories that is actually true. Thanks for the boost!
posted by
kingmi
on September 17, 2005 at 10:50 PM
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Whacky, Odd that anything so out of the norm can leave such a lasting impression!
posted by
kingmi
on September 17, 2005 at 10:49 PM
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kingmi, the last horse I rode (on a mountain trail) kept trying to rub me off every time we got near a tree. I was glad to have a leg left by the time we got back to the stable. I don't know why they named him Amigo.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 17, 2005 at 6:01 PM
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One Last Run
I like how you tie the present experience into the past. Very vivid scene of the horse making its final run.
posted by
dog1net
on September 17, 2005 at 8:15 AM
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This reminded me
of the time a hot air balloon landed on the school grounds during math class. The whooosh of the propane tank caught our attention. Then when the balloon landed right in the school yard everyone, even the teacher, rushed out to see. I still haven't gone up in one...maybe this year..hummmmm.
posted by
Whacky
on September 17, 2005 at 4:38 AM
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Hi Kingmi!
How's it going?
Schree`
posted by
Schree
on September 17, 2005 at 1:59 AM
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