Horsing Around

If you had read my blog a few posts back ("A Stable Summer Memory"), I wrote about spending a month hanging about the stables at summer camp. What I failed to mention was the beast of a horse that for some reason I was always made to ride: "Leroy Brown" (as in the song "Bad Leroy Brown"). Not to say that he was really "bad", but to a height challenged 12 year old girl, he was pretty monsterous, his breath was bad and the flies really liked him. Bleh.


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