After his morning meditation, the old Draoidh stepped out of the grove and blinked as he saw the horse and buggy parked outside the manse.
"Now, who could this be?" He wondered, leaning against the staff. "I don't remember a mention of anyone dropping by.
The brown duster rustled against his boots as he approached the buggy and examined it closer. It was plain black and looked like it could be used to move something. The leatherwork on the reins and barding was excellent and spoke of a leatherworker's love for his craft.
Moving from the front of the wagon to the horses that pulled it, he took note of their demeanor, calm and bored, as if they were used to this work.
Both were black with white socks on the left foreleg and white stars on their foreheads. No, these weren't the horses of a rich man. These were working horses. Both were sturdy animals, used to their work.
The one closest to him flicked an ear as the old Draoidh scratched him behind that ear, stamped his right foot, and whickered in the horse version of a "Thank-you."
Turning from the horses and buggy, the old draoidh heaved a sigh and made his way into the house, where his two bonds and two men were discussing the placement of a dinner table and six chairs.
I, HEDDA HORSE JUST ARRIVED HERE FOR THE SUBSTACK CONVENTION WHERE A BUNCH OF THE HERDE WERE TRYING TO GET FREE
OF SUBSTACKS SUBSTANTIL NEGATIVE RIPOFF OF THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE THE DO RE MI
TO RAISE THEIR SUBSCRIPTION SO THAT LIKE SOME OF YOU WHO HAVE THE MEANS TO SUBSRIBE TO ANY MONETARY RATE YOUR OUTFIT UPDATES AS TO YOUR INTENTIONS FOR IT ALL TO BE FREE UNDER THE ILLUSISON WE ARE IN A COLLUSION ANDCONFUSIONL
After his morning meditation, the old Draoidh stepped out of the grove and blinked as he saw the horse and buggy parked outside the manse.
"Now, who could this be?" He wondered, leaning against the staff. "I don't remember a mention of anyone dropping by.
The brown duster rustled against his boots as he approached the buggy and examined it closer. It was plain black and looked like it could be used to move something. The leatherwork on the reins and barding was excellent and spoke of a leatherworker's love for his craft.
Moving from the front of the wagon to the horses that pulled it, he took note of their demeanor, calm and bored, as if they were used to this work.
Both were black with white socks on the left foreleg and white stars on their foreheads. No, these weren't the horses of a rich man. These were working horses. Both were sturdy animals, used to their work.
The one closest to him flicked an ear as the old Draoidh scratched him behind that ear, stamped his right foot, and whickered in the horse version of a "Thank-you."
Turning from the horses and buggy, the old draoidh heaved a sigh and made his way into the house, where his two bonds and two men were discussing the placement of a dinner table and six chairs.
"Ah," he nodded, "I see it has arrived."
I, HEDDA HORSE JUST ARRIVED HERE FOR THE SUBSTACK CONVENTION WHERE A BUNCH OF THE HERDE WERE TRYING TO GET FREE
OF SUBSTACKS SUBSTANTIL NEGATIVE RIPOFF OF THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE THE DO RE MI
TO RAISE THEIR SUBSCRIPTION SO THAT LIKE SOME OF YOU WHO HAVE THE MEANS TO SUBSRIBE TO ANY MONETARY RATE YOUR OUTFIT UPDATES AS TO YOUR INTENTIONS FOR IT ALL TO BE FREE UNDER THE ILLUSISON WE ARE IN A COLLUSION ANDCONFUSIONL