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Maybe Daisy Horse had become sick and tired of waiting alone with the wagon. And of the torment of listening to a miserable free-range rooster over a long distance--at that moment and for several years--during ungodly early hours. That rooster didn’t have to pull wagons. Just strut and crow his head off and be king of the barnyard and defecate. She perhaps decided to take matters into her own hooves. Made him ready for chicken fricasee. Did the town a favor. There’s just so much any self-respecting horse can tolerate.

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Exactly, Daisy had all she could stand and she could stand no more

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"Walter Thayer brought wood to the hall". Besides cigars and socks, did Walter also sell wood? It's hard to believe that this the same Walter Thayer whose waste basket I emptied during the summer of 1959 while working at Tricnit Hosiery. His office was adjacent to Phil's. In 1912 (and many years after) Walter was a member of a quartet that frequently sang at services at the Congregational church.

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Daisy and Chico would have made an interesting couple. Although Chico no longer visited the convenience store, he did on occasion sneak onto the neighbor's lawn at 5 AM (he knew the neighbor was asleep). I would go out my front door and point my extended arm towards the field and he would wonder back knowing he did wrong. However, I did get a letter from the town justice saying I need to keep my horse on my property. I guess my neighbor was up early one morning.

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