Just a horse...

Actually, the carcass of a horse. More like the skeletal remains of a horse being picked clean by ravens and hyenas and such. It was sad, cause I liked that horse. I didn't want to kill it, but somebody had to -staggering back and forth across the salt-flats like an Irishman on the third-day of a bender...

It wasn't that it was the fastest horse, or the strongest horse, or even had the best personality of horses I've known...it was just about here where I lost all track of where that metaphorical exercise is going. I didn't like today much tho. That's fer damn sure.