Life was sometimes too exciting for us.
Indelibly, printed in our minds were the thunderous gallop of a mule gone wild! He was kept in a fenced-in part of the back property. Beyond our general yard with its clothes lines and so forth. But every so often, we would hear shouts that he was "loose!." Everyone, except the owner, would run inside and slam their doors shut.
Terrified? Yes, we were. It would not be long before the poor creature would be forced back behind his fence again. He looked so bored, as he would just lumber about with his head hung down. Looking back, I feel he needed that periodic escape.
Even back at that tender age of maybe, six, I felt such empathy for animals. I'm sure my kind brother felt the same way too.
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aawwwhhhhhh...
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