I am BB. My human, Anita, is an animal communicator who understands what I say. Well, of course she does. I speak very s l o w l y and take care to use small words that she can understand.
Anita is fairly good, as humans go, but I know that she lies to me. Get this: she told me that some horses have to carry humans on their backs, or pull plows, or drag wheeled vehicles around. She says all this with such a straight face that sometimes I think she believes what she is saying. Anyway, she thinks I should have a job. I can tell you now that it won’t be any of that stuff. I am an ARABIAN.
A job? Hmmm. My stablemate is a Standardbred named Cordless. She talks a lot about when she won races, which doesn’t interest me much. I don’t race. I stroll anywhere I want to go – unless it is time to eat. I move quite briskly then. There is not much excitement here and I know Cordless gets bored sometimes. I could make her my research assistant and it would brighten her days (and she would do most of the work.)
Maybe an advice column would be a good idea. I have opinions about everything, and they’re all perfect. Yes, that’s it. I’ll give advice. I’ll get Anita to do the boring work of writing while I nibble on grass and think genius thoughts. That should be easy for me.
Write to me with your problems and I will solve them.
What’s that!? Did the feed bin just get opened? Gotta’ run.
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