I wanted a mailbox. I had seen a great trick where a lady taught her horse to run to the mailbox, get the mail, then run back to her.
We could do that!
So my husband who always rushes to fulfill my slightest wish got me a mailbox. I was determined that I could make a stand for it. I knew I could teach my horse to get the mail.
Turns out I was right about one of those things.
This counts as getting the mail. Right?
My stand wasn’t as successful. It made it through a couple of practices then died one time when I wasn’t able to catch it fast enough.
Next I thnkwe’ll find a good solid fence post to attach it to. See what method they use to destroy it next time…
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