"Old
Foxy has a new colt. Last evening
Stanley went up to her in the pasture to get a good view of the colt and Foxy
bit him on the throat and knocked him down.
He really thought he was ruined for a while but this morning was much
better. The teeth marks still show. I
told him he'd have a hard time trying to make the other fellow believe it was a
horse that bit him."
--
Letter from my grandmother, Bloomington, Kans., to my father, Washington,
D.C., Sunday, May 12, 1946.
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