Leading A Horse

The horse slowly walked up to the water trough, face caked in dirt, and began trying to drink down the entire thing. This was enough to shake the rider, who slowly slid off, landing with a heavy squelch.

The local tee-totaller stopped whaling away about the evils of firewater and ran to his side, followed by a few of those nearby. The rider looked dead, but there was breath, just, on his lips.

“This man needs a sawbones!” declared the tee-totaller.

“Drink…” the rider managed.

The tee-totaller had a crisis of faith until I poured water down the kid’s throat.