That’s Bucking Insane
I by no means actually felt like a canine, y’know? Even when I was a pony — I imply, a pet, I knew one thing wasn’t proper. I was actually a horse trapped in a canine’s physique: A bronco — a bucking bronco, the one within the herd no cowboy might tame. I’d stand alone on the prime of a hill, my mane blowing within the wind, staring down every new recruit like a problem: You assume you bought what it takes, cowpoke? Well, saddle up and grasp on! Heeyah! Yip! Yip!
Via Artis Pupins.
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