I am in the car with my dad. We're on the way home from frisbee golfing. It's a late summer afternoon. It's hot, and the AC is blasting. The sun is shining in my eyes through the window on my right. On my left, Dad's driving. We pass by woods and farmhouses on acres and acres of land. Sometimes we see cows or horses behind wooden fences. In front of me, the road stretches straight.
Horses come in many colors. They can be...
And here's a nice little guy:
