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Doris visited Dave in the hospital.
"I heard your were hurt by your horse!" she said. "Were you thrown?"
"No," said Dave, shrugging painfully. "I'm here because he behooved me."
Thrown?
Horses - if God made anything more beautiful, he kept it for himself. ~Author Unknown
In the wild, the mare decides when and where the herd will go while the stallion takes up the rear.
