Look at the pretty horsies!
I’m not sure what it says about me that I left a small Midwestern town for California, only to find myself taking pictures of horses and roosters. Okay, it was a ten-foot-tall statue of a rooster, but still.
When I was a kid, there was a family in my neighborhood that owned a horse and a rooster. I used to hear the rooster crowing in the morning, and occasionally, the horse would get out of his corral and follow my dad on his daily jog.
When I was a kid, there was a family in my neighborhood that owned a horse and a rooster. I used to hear the rooster crowing in the morning, and occasionally, the horse would get out of his corral and follow my dad on his daily jog.
Copyright © 2007 Liz Kuball
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