Sarge the Pony and the Cows
Sarge was my birthday present, and for a while, Dad helped me ride him every few days. But over time, the rides became less and less.
Dad didn’t want me riding him alone.
I tried anyway.
The problem was, I couldn’t get the bridle on. Every time I tried, Sarge would run. He wasn’t about to make things easy for me.
At first, he didn’t seem to care much about the cows in the pasture. But then, one day, he realized something—they ran when he chased them. And once he figured that out, he really started having fun.
Dad caught him at it and shook his head. “We can’t have that.”
Since Uncle Don and Dad had bought the cows together, they decided it was time to load them up and take them to the butcher. A few days later, they took them to the butcher.
After that, it seemed that we always had steak or roast beef for supper, along with baked potatoes and green beans.
Would you love to hear more of these childhood misadventures?
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