erise
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I thought you literati people might get a kick out of this.
It's not every day an idiom or catchphrase makes literal sense in real life, but today, I had myself one of those moments when truth lives up to the hype.
Or rather, my kid cousin did. Her family is country folks in the old skool way. Log house in a clearing, chicken shed, goat on a pole, turnip patch in the back yard and acres of beet fields that brings in the cash. Miles to the nearest neighbor and miles again to anything resembling civilization, there's not much in terms of entertainment for a nine year old girl. But she don't really mind, she's a nutter for horsies, and the family has a stable with two ponies that she takes care of with manic dedication.
So anyway, we've been over there for the last days, celebrating her first Big Ten birthday. The highlight of the party was the birtday present, an adorably sappy little foal, like cut from a "cute-ass animal" poster. Her very own horsie to feed and pet and spoil and groom and ride and all that stuff that you're supposed to do with a horse. You couldn't get me close to one at gunpoint, but each to his own.
My cousin was off the meter delighted, naturally. Gave up a squeal that could be heard five laps around the planet, and ran giggling over to get aquainted with the new most important being in the whole wide world. I seriously think she forgot that the rest of us existed once she laid eyes on the four legged thing.
She runs up to it, takes the reins from her dad, and places a big, wet kiss on the pony's nose. She holds the creature's face between her hands, at eye level, and the two look into each other's eyes. The Kodak moment, bonding between Girl and Horsie is magical.
Until Horsie groans, tilts it's head a little, and projectile vomit a bucketload of unmentionable yuck straight into Girl's face.
Vet's coming by tomorrow to see what's up with the poor animal. But I fear my cuz is scarred for life.
It's not every day an idiom or catchphrase makes literal sense in real life, but today, I had myself one of those moments when truth lives up to the hype.
Or rather, my kid cousin did. Her family is country folks in the old skool way. Log house in a clearing, chicken shed, goat on a pole, turnip patch in the back yard and acres of beet fields that brings in the cash. Miles to the nearest neighbor and miles again to anything resembling civilization, there's not much in terms of entertainment for a nine year old girl. But she don't really mind, she's a nutter for horsies, and the family has a stable with two ponies that she takes care of with manic dedication.
So anyway, we've been over there for the last days, celebrating her first Big Ten birthday. The highlight of the party was the birtday present, an adorably sappy little foal, like cut from a "cute-ass animal" poster. Her very own horsie to feed and pet and spoil and groom and ride and all that stuff that you're supposed to do with a horse. You couldn't get me close to one at gunpoint, but each to his own.
My cousin was off the meter delighted, naturally. Gave up a squeal that could be heard five laps around the planet, and ran giggling over to get aquainted with the new most important being in the whole wide world. I seriously think she forgot that the rest of us existed once she laid eyes on the four legged thing.
She runs up to it, takes the reins from her dad, and places a big, wet kiss on the pony's nose. She holds the creature's face between her hands, at eye level, and the two look into each other's eyes. The Kodak moment, bonding between Girl and Horsie is magical.
Until Horsie groans, tilts it's head a little, and projectile vomit a bucketload of unmentionable yuck straight into Girl's face.
Vet's coming by tomorrow to see what's up with the poor animal. But I fear my cuz is scarred for life.
