"Sometimes Mommy says she has a frog in her throat.
Other times she says she's a little horse and needs the throat spray."
-- Fred Gwynne, The King Who Rained
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| A little horse 9-14-14 |
"Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
Little souls who thirst for fight,
These men were born to drill and die.
The unexplained glory flies above them ...
-- Stephen Crane, "Do Not Weep, Maiden, For War is Kind"
Leo's football team played a very exciting game last night.
They fought hard, played tough, and defeated a good team. The win came right down to the wire.
My brother-in-law Russ was here all the way from California to watch his nephew's game.
We got pretty into it.
We cheered a lot, and we cheered loud.
I cheered so much and so loud, in fact, that I made myself a little hoarse.
Which is why, for today's good thing, I made myself a little horse.
Get it?
Good.
