Harry Burgess and Les Thurlow have coffee every day at local shop. A tourist asks Harry how he lost part of a finger. Harry responds that it wore out pointing directions to passers-by.
One day Harry was ploughing his field with a white horse. It dropped dead. Harry left the horse in the field and went over to see Les and asked him if he wanted to trade his black horse. Les said that would be fine. “Let’s shake on it,” said Harry. And they did.
Then Harry stated matter-of-factly, “My white horse is lying dead in the field.” Les said, “That’s okay, my black horse died Monday.”
Funny stories with a powerful moral. Friends offend and have disagreements. Yet when their love is stronger than ego their relationship is forever cemented.
One day Harry was ploughing his field with a white horse. It dropped dead. Harry left the horse in the field and went over to see Les and asked him if he wanted to trade his black horse. Les said that would be fine. “Let’s shake on it,” said Harry. And they did.
Then Harry stated matter-of-factly, “My white horse is lying dead in the field.” Les said, “That’s okay, my black horse died Monday.”
Funny stories with a powerful moral. Friends offend and have disagreements. Yet when their love is stronger than ego their relationship is forever cemented.
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