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- From: karlm@sequent.com (Karl Maerz)
- Subject: WHAM! BANG! (Was Re: Horse Toys)
- Message-ID: <1993Jan26.080544.11489@sequent.com>
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- References: <1993Jan23.060419.6741@desire.wright.edu>
- Date: Tue, 26 Jan 93 08:05:44 GMT
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- sbishop@desire.wright.edu writes:
- >
- >... My first 'hint' that this had happened was the next morning when I
- >was wakened by the most awful noise; BAM BAM BAM *BAM* BAM!!! Quality had
- >found the sheet of siding, was standing there pawing it over and over again.
- >She was having so much fun, just like a little kid with a new toy drum.
- > ...
-
- My mare has always been, shall we say, communicative. Her idea
- of communication is usually associated with letting me know when
- I'm screwing up, especially when I'm being too slow about something.
-
- The other night I was cleaning out her stall, which is just out
- of sight of the gate where she hangs out waiting for me to bring
- her in for dinner. I was late that night, and the people who
- own the place just had a baby, so I was trying to be really
- quiet. She was doing her usualy thing of nickers and lightly
- pawing at the first rung of the gate. I'm thinking "Shhhhh!
- Be quiet Primrose, I'll be done in a minute."
-
- All of a sudden there was an explosion of sound. BONG! BONG!
- BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!... I ran out the door of the barn to
- see what the heck she could possibly be doing and there she
- was, standing all erect, ears perked, looking at me with great
- anticipation and satisfaction. "Oh. You came! How wonderful!"
- Her front foot was perched squarely on top of a galvanized steel
- 100 gallon water tank that I had emptied and turned upside down
- during the cold snap we had here. She was evaluating the tonal
- characteristics of her new drum, striking the middle then the
- sides, and also perfecting her technique with variants of toe
- kicks on the walls and the vertical stomp on the inverted
- "drum head" bottom.
-
- "Stop that!!" I hissed at her. Lights were going on in the
- house and I had visions of a purple-faced baby screaming
- until dawn. Primrose obliged and set her foot down on the
- ground. I ran back to her stall for the final touches and,
- just as I was fluffing up the bedding, the concert started
- again. BONG! BONG! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
-
- By this time all pretensions of quiet were pretty much
- disintegrated, so I yelled "CUT IT OUT!" while literally
- running the wheelbarrow out of the barn. I opened the gate
- and watched her make record time round the turn and into
- her stall. I could swear she was smirking at me when I
- went in to shut the door.
-
- Primrose has displayed no further interest in drum playing.
- Personally, I think she'd be killer with a sax.
-
- Karl Maerz
- karlm@sequent.com
-
-