My horse friend Rusty sniff-sniffs my hand. He knows I give him an apple most mornings. Rusty's girlfriend Grace looks on to see if I have something for her too.
This is a little experiment I'm conducting today: To come without an apple, to see whether the horses love me, or the treats I bring. Alas, Rusty finds my left hand is empty; the right hand holds my camera...not very tasty.
No apple today.
Rusty gives me the "to heck with you" horse-turned-up-nose treatment, and I laugh to myself as I learn where I stand. The horses might be my buds, but, like my first grade teacher, they seem to feel better about me when I bring an apple.
