One lazy late summer afternoon, whilst decamping from a vacation rental in Bearsville, NY, I punched a mule in the back of the head with all my might because his teeth were sunk deep into the neck of a pony pulling a twee little red and white sulky occupied by two senior citizens. If you got a better opening sentence, I’d like to see it. Here’s what happened.
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