I can’t imagine how it would be,
to have heads numbering more than three.
But sadly, there once was a creature who
counted more than twenty-two.
When I was a kid, I rode a horse. In my mind, I was riding sideways on my galloping war stallion while shooting arrows through the eyes of needles from 200 feet (as a soldier against the Great Needle Uprising of the 1980s, I guess). In reality, I sat rigid as a cement pole on a super mellow, super old horse while my friend led us by the reins down her driveway. It was five minutes of serious epicness.
After a lot more years than I care to admit, I finally rode another horse. Continue reading “My second (but really my first) horseback ride”
“A true knight always rescues a damsel in distress,” Sir Manbeard explained to his squire. “Unless the damsel is a witch in disguise. Then, he should try not to get his face melted off by a face-melting spell.”