But, some days it's better to just stay in bed. Barry knew he was in trouble when he got all saddled up, leading the mule on the colt, and they put him in front of the band. 'Not a good idea', said the colt...but Barry was too proud to say anything. The horse went to dancing around, but Barry was able to keep things under control. Off they went down Main Street, waving to everybody. Quite a sight. Made the Department proud!
About half way through the parade route, the band blaring, drums banging, trumpets blaring and kids screaming, and horse a dancing... the rope from the pack mule got under the horse's tail. This, of course, spooked the young horse, who clamped down hard on it with his tail. There was no freeing it from the saddle. The horse, not sure what was attacking him from behind, starts backing up, fast. That brought the mule, tied to the other end of the rope, around to where he was facing the horse eye to eye. The horse backed up till it hit the curb, which stopped his motion. Barry spurred the horse forward. The horse took three steps, which put him face to face with the mule, and the fish cans on top banging together... 'clang, clang, clang'. That, or course, put the fear back into the horse, who started backing again. This time, when he hit the curb behind him, he reared just a bit. Barry spurred him forward again...face to face with the mule, the fish cans and the noise, which caused him to back again, this time with a lot more energy and fear. People were getting excited, running and shouting, and a dog joined the fray by barking at the horse, which caused more fear in the animal's eyes. The horse backed again in a fury, and this time he reared straight up. Barry said 'I knew he was going over, so I stepped off.' The momentum threw Barry back against the brick wall of a building. Later He told me: 'Ya know, I watched the whole thing in slow motion... The horse went up and then back... back... And, ya know, that plate glass window must have bowed three feet before the horse fell into Dr. Sunday's dentist's office.' And fall he did, cutting off his right ear on the glass. Barry went in and retrieved his horse, led him out the same way he went in, blood all over him, the horse, the carpet in the office, and everyone standing around. Barry tried to put the ear back on the horse but gave up, and stuck it in his shirt pocket, and headed for the truck, horse and mule in tow, leaving a trail of blood and the barking dog.
They got to the horse trailer, which Barry had had to disconnect from the truck to fit into the parking spot. Barry tied the horse to the trailer, and walked over to get the pickup, when the dog that had been harassing them for the entire time came running out from under the trailer, under the horse's belly, and bit him in the back leg. That caused the horse to rear again, pulling back, and dislodged the trailer from it's chocks. The trailer began to roll backwards down a gentle incline...and landed in the front grill of a Cadillac.
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