Monday, February 8

horses love peppermints

Hotshot, Garth

There is something so charming about horses crunching peppermints. While I was strolling through the barn yesterday at the stables, listening to the mice running in the ceiling and reading the signs on the stalls, I came across a bowl of wrapped peppermints.

"Those aren't for the horses," I said. "Oh yes," Walt replied, and quietly started unwrapping some, while Hotshot, who had been acting practically asleep, bored at having his saddle and bridle put on and then taken off repeatedly by a novice like me, perked up his ears for the first time I had seen yet at the familiar crinkle of wrapper and delicately lifted a fresh peppermint off my palm.