“Number Eight”

Traditionally, Mad Jack named his successive mules by number.  Isn’t it funny that I would remember Number Seven.  Or, not funny, really, but somewhat amusing. I must’ve admired him, even back then.

Some don’t take kindly to proffered hardtack or carrots — and a kick in the hindquarters would be returned two-fold by some — but Mad Jack might’ve tried budging ol’ Number Seven with Russell Stover dark-chocolate raspberry creams now and then. It could not have hurt matters, at least.




2 thoughts on ““Number Eight”

  1. jackcollier7 says:

    ~ I can’t even pretend to know what you’re actually on about. ❤

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