From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part one of pity
Date: Sat Jul  2 03:27:30 1994

I'd just got back from riding my bike along the fence line and was
playing pool with Dad and Dave in the basement.  Dave had went half and half
with my Dad on the junkyard on the plot of land across the road.
Mom walked in crying.  "Bill, Fireboss is down by the little creek
behind the barn, I don't think he can get up."
Shit..... we all know what that probably meant.  The horse was around
15 years old and sure wasn't going to see many more.
"He's just lying there!  I don't think he recognizes me!"
We walked over to the creek.  I thought that is was nothing serious
until I remembered how steep the banks were along the creek.  I'd seen him
grow old and scrawny but I didn't think anything serious could have happened.
I'd seen stuff like this before, and stuff always seemed to work out.
I could see right away that I was wrong.  I'd forgot how steep that
the banks could get.  Here he was in a valley between two hills about 30
feet steep.  I had trouble getting down that at my age, let alone as an old
man.
Mud.  Basically, that's all I remember.  An old horse, a creek, and
some mud.