The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
It’s nap-time for Rumba. So he lies down on his pillow and pulls his blanket
over himself. Now he’s all snuggly and warm and ready for a restful
afternoon. He can do all of this thanks to horse trainer Georgia Bruce.
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