Wild Horses

Wild Horses In my youth the still used horses especially for the wealthy. The leading funeral bureaux had two lovely black horses, that was too full of life for the job. They got the smell of a mare in season and took off the driver often drunk lost control and through narrow cobblestone streets they galloped the wagon scrapped walls broke shop windows and the casket flew off and finally the spectacle came to a halt at a blind-road. They put the dead one back in his casket, got hold of a sober driver, and somewhat damaged got to the cemetery, but the dignity was gone it was more like a comedy show, and we the town`s poor, had something to laugh about for weeks.