I’ve been away for a few months. I’m back with this thought:
I don’t have a brand new combine harvester.
The horse is lifting its leg, with its mouth open, looking a little wild.
An electric wire runs up to the statue but there are no lights. I hope that there is an electric fire generation machine inside the horse and that it breathes fire at night.
I doubt it, but hope exists.
You know those shapes you see when you shut your eyes really tight? Shapes, squiggles, dots… and sometimes whole things that you were looking at a while ago, like a screensaver of the eyes.
The other day I closed my eyes tight and saw a pack of Mother’s Pride Muffins. Strange thing.