Equine Death du Plastique

“It’s been dead for weeks. It bled to death after someone amputated that leg.”
“Oh stop.”
“It’s not a funeral wreath, it’s a wreath of triumph – like they give the horse that wins the Kentucky derby.”
“But it’s plastic.”
“It’s a plastic horse, isn’t it? Plastic horse, plastic wreath.”
The scene persisted through drastic changes of rain, sun and hail until……. on April 20th, that day which evil feels compelled to honor, both horse and wreath vanished into thin air, just like the last horse.
Now there are not one but two cables that once held horses to the horse ring in the sidewalk. I'll go forthwith in search of another horse in the neighborhood, whose existence was confided to me by the mail carrier.
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