I'm posting this for a friend of mine.I'm posting this for a friend of mine. The author is the same guy who sent me those horse diaries which I posted back in Sept/Oct of 1990. ================================================ [Where *IS* he?], thought ManPower. [He's ALWAYS here about now!]. ManPower stomped the ground in anger and piroueted, dangerously close to the hotwire at the top of the fence. He ambled his way heavily to the back of the paddock and stood near the pasture where several donkeys and a small shetland mare were grazing. The mare looked up and whinnied her greetings to the huge Percheron stallion. [Damn, the little hussy aint even in heat.] ManPower's an experienced stud. He *KNOWS* when the mares are ready for him. But this little shetland mare was not in heat and would not be for another few weeks. He decided to walk up to the fence anyways and rumble his deep chested reply to her high pitched nickers. [Besides, I like the way she rubs her ass on the fence.] He decidedly picked up some speed as he neared the fence. They touched noses through a portion of the fence that they knew to not be electrified. She whinnied and ManPower rumbled. |