“We’ve got to clean his penis?” “Not we. You. This is a ‘you’ operation. You better learn now because if he lives, you’ll be doing it every three or four months.” “Seriously?” I’d devoured horse books as a kid, and nowhere in the Misty of Chincoteague saga was there any mention of Grandpa Clarence fiddling around with any of the colts’ junk.
I love Christopher McDougall’s humor!
