Myrtle Philip recalls a day at Rainbow Lodge
when one of her young
horses seemed particularly feisty. At first she did not know what the
problem was or why the horse was so moody. However, Myrtle had a special
relationship with her horses and soon enough the horse turned around and
lifted its tail. Ah ha! There, in an extremely tender spot, was a wood tick
embedded deep in the horses skin! Not wanting her friend to suffer any longer,
Myrtle assembled the proper first aid supplies to remove the festering insect:
some turpentine and a feather. As she bustled away, Alex caught site of
her from the kitchen window and became curious.
|
 |
| "Myrtle, what on earth are you doing?" he
exclaimed. |
| "Well, if you must know, I'm going to get a tick
out of the horse," she replied. |
| Apparently Alex thought this was tremendously humorous
and rounded up a group
of his friends to watch the operation. As she worked away, Myrtle became
aware of her growing audience snickering behind her. At last, she plucked
the tick from the horse and quickly dipped it into the turpentine, only
to receive a roar of laughter from the men. She promptly turned with feather
and turpentine in hand and smartly quipped "Now, who's next?". |
 |
|
|
| |
