Salami For A Horse

Driving home from the man whose profession is to study people´s entrails, rice pudding he had said and no booze- and for this banality he charged me 80 euros; the car stopped and I opened the back door- of the car- and let out my horse. It is a small horse my feet reached the ground and I helped the horse by walking too- sitting. Nearing home it galloped which was painful for my ankles. Stabled it on the veranda, but as I had no hay it eat the wicker chair, which displeased my cat that used to sleep in it. Morning, the horse was on the road the cat sat on top of it dressed as a musketeer, looking like Tony Bandera, the cat swung its hat the horse neighed; I opened a tin of low fat rice pudding, - had wanted salami on warm loaf with butter- rang for a tow- truck and horseless began walking to the car.