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I was bolting the stable door after flogging a dead horse when
the horse whisperer came along and saved the day. He had a `knack` for communicating with horses. Black beauty was his favourite
dead horse to get stuck into with the cat-o-nine-tails. Ponies
are cute, especially Shetland ponies, but I wouldn`t eat one, neither would I sit on one, I would most likely give it back problems for life!
Mercifully, that was very short, and he was buried not far from our barn. I dug him up again
just to laugh at his face one more time. Even though he was half rotted, it was so worth it to hear him tell me to shut up just because I had won. It wasn't my fault I was the best, and he knew it, so I burried him again.
