;)
Up ahead, I could see the black horse standing on its hind legs, holding one hoof in the air in a way that reminded me of a human hitchhiker. I sensed nonsense and trouble, and so resolved not to stop for anything. Yet, I could not just be rude, so I slowed to a crawl and rolled my window down. The horse dropped down to all fours.
"Hey, Bill!" the horse shouted as I rolled into conversation range. "I need a ride into town. Open your car door so I can get in!"
"No," I protested. "You're too big! You can't fit in my car! And you might poop on the seat!"
"C'mon, Bill, lemme in! I really need to get to town. I have a haircut scheduled, and a rally to go to."
"No!" I insisted, as I rolled slowly by. "You're a horse! Horses don't get rides from people - horses give rides to people!"
"If you don't come back and give me a ride, then one day I will give you a ride!" the black horse threatened after I had rolled completely past. "I'll buck you off and then I'll stomp on you!"
I drove away. I did not go to town at all. I went home instead, and ate a cupcake - chocolate, with banana frosting.
Lynxton had made it, especially for me. It was damn good.