A horse of a different color
An old farmer I know has a son who went off to woodworking (I had to make this relatable to lumberjocks) college last year, and for the first time in his life, he found himself on his own to do the various farming tasks. One of those duties that his son did, that he now inherited, was to care for an old horse that probably should have gone on the “last pasture” long ago but no one had the heart to lead it that way. Well, over the winter, my farmer friend became quite attached t...
