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Gunnar entered the empty diner at two in the morning, sat at the counter and waited. When no one came to take his order, he began shouting. " Hey! What's a guy have to do around here to get some grub? Die of starvation?" Moments later, a horse came thru the swinging doors. "Gosh," said the horse. "Can't I even do the dishes without some whacko raising a ruckus? Where you in a rush to get to at this hour, anyway?" Gunnar said nothing, just stared at the talking horse. "You got a problem mister?" the stallion asked wiping his hooves on his apron.
Gunnar continued to stare. The horse came over and looked down at the customer. "Mister, do you have a problem?" "Yeah," Gunnar said. "What happened to the fat cow that used to run this place?"
Grub
A horse is poetry in motion.
~Author Unknown
Most foals are born at night under the cover of darkness and away from prying eyes and possible danger.
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