It's raining, it's dark, and muddy, and cold, and I've got the car headlights trained on Harv's pasture. I'm in tennis shoes and the pasture is a mud pit, but I need to clean Harv's legs off. I'm shaking a bucket of grain, and calling Harv, but he is ignoring me. Can you see him out there? Standing there, this giant middle finger of a horse -- Harvey, I want to HELP YOU!
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