I realize that many feel a zebra is just a striped horse and not a striped caviuna at all, but I never heard no zebras singing.

A zebra is an extremely L-A-R-G-E female, upper torso garment. That doesen't make a cobra one for a small person. It makes a cobra an upper torso female garment for siamese twins. But all that aside, many here would say that that's just a horse of a different color. Others would say I'm just stallion for time so this mess can blow over. All I can tell ya is that I've got a bad summer colt right now---and I promise to not be divisive any mare. (I'll also work on my spelling.)

Moonunit---peace! (O.K.?) I realize we're not an item any more, but us makin' peace (in public at least) will, in the long run, probably be better for the kids who depend on us for their definitions.

Enough horsing around too. I have been around the track too many times for this kind of display right out in the open for the world to see. I'm gonna loosen up my jockey shorts and get out o' the saddle right now! Folks, I didn't mean to stirrup so much trouble. I know in these situations there are no whinnyers or losers. It wasn't meant to be a grandstand play. And it wasn't much of an adition to my Mudcat track record either. Right now, I'm gonna go and call my mudder--even though I know it's a longshot that she'll be home. (She's been dead for 20 years. My fodder too.) But I'm in need of a consolation prize even though it's not impressive to have nothing to show for my efforts. But Broonzy's horse is one that needs to be destroyed. Off to the glue factory, old horse. You've served us well!

Art