I love horses, found this one in town of Mercier in a
corral.
I worked on a tobacco farm, when I was 17 yrs old in
Tetterville Ontario. The town was a mile or two down the
road, and I didn't have a drivers license. So the farmer
gave me his daughter's horse to get to town. She fell
off one day and didn't want to ride him anymore and he
was getting fat and needed the excersise. What I didn't
know, was the farmer was tired of taking care of the
horse. Riding a horse I found out, entailed more than I
realized. I had to feed him, groom him, and clean out
the stall, everyday. After a hard day of picking
tobacco, I sure didn't feel like riding a horse at the
end of a working day, but I still had to tend to him.
Farmers are tricky that way.