05-04-2018, 03:37 PM
We headed down river towards Shreve's Landing with Trix's horse paddling the canoe. Much to her annoyance, he told me all manner of tales about her peculiar doings as a child.
"Will you hush about the mud pies already?" she said.
The horse snickered. "Why? You've never been embarassed about it before."
"Well, a stranger doesn't need to know every little detail of a lady's life, now does he?"
I passed the peace pipe to the horse. He puffed on it thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Nah, I guess you're right."
I changed the subject. "How did you come to be wearing them Indian clothes, ma'am?"
"My Versace gown is at the dry cleaners," she said.
"Will you hush about the mud pies already?" she said.
The horse snickered. "Why? You've never been embarassed about it before."
"Well, a stranger doesn't need to know every little detail of a lady's life, now does he?"
I passed the peace pipe to the horse. He puffed on it thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Nah, I guess you're right."
I changed the subject. "How did you come to be wearing them Indian clothes, ma'am?"
"My Versace gown is at the dry cleaners," she said.
