Horsey-People

Sorry honey, BettyeJean can't come over and play with you- she's got a show today my mother said, patting me on the head as my father muttered something barely audible about those mumble-grumble horsey-people and their shows He despised show horses and the people who showed them My father believed that all things wild, animal or child should be left alone to do their “thing” but BettyeJean's Mama said show horses couldn't do anything naturally- as it might ruin their training and I think she was afraid we might ruin BettyeJean's training, too All this impressed me maybe not so much my father's philosophy as his choice of wording- Horsey-People. I pictured them all my friend, BettyeJean her Mama and her Mama's high-end friends with huge horse heads on long arched necks proud and haughty resting on human upper-bodies with horse rear-ends and legs reared up, upright they were quite a sight! High-stepping in useless circles busy impressing themselves