Horse

How a boy came to have a horse: My mother drove along an island road and there a man led a raggedy horse. We pulled over. “Want to sell that mare?” He replied, “No, ma’am.” He kept walking and my mother kept pace. “Let’s say you did want to sell, what would you ask for her?” Discussion ensued, money was exchanged, and the horse was mine. What I wanted was a majestic stallion with a long mane. What I got was a swayback mare. We drove quite a distance before my mother told me the mare was carrying a foal.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh