Once I was at a park with a horse paddock, and I followed my friends to pat the horse. The horse smelled something minty in my pocket and seemed insistent. I weighed the alternatives and decided that a "no, that's not tasty" would be insufficient, so I offered a Tums on the palm of my hand. The horse expressed its lack of enjoyment of the antacid by spitting it out and looking at me with great reproach as I walked away.
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Date: 2006-02-05 02:32 am (UTC)