My Uncle's Farm
When I was younger, I used to visit my uncle, who had a farm. I remember once when I was about sixteen I was spending a few weeks in the summer there. My uncle had a man there named Aboab, who worked around the place and generally helped out. One day I was walking out by the stables and saw Aboab watching the horses. One of the horses, a beautiful dark brown stallion, kept biting another hors on the back of the neck. "Aboab," I said, "What is he doing?" Aboab looked shy for a moment, and, blushing, said "Dat's how horses court, missey." This intrigued my curiosity. Looking closer, I could see the stallion's member hanging down almost to the ground. I was astonished at the size of it. Soon the other horse presented herself, and the great, brown stallion mounted her. My cheeks were hot with embarrasment, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I became aware of Aboab standing close to me, watching the huge beasts. "Missey, you...