Jursus is not how to spell Jesus
Reason #325 why I don't write novels:
The actual passage of the book I'm reading "Last Man Standing" by David Baldacci reads as thus:
Web looked at the horse and said, "She's a beauty."
"It's a he."
"Sorry, didn't check the equipment. Didn't want to embarrass anybody."
She patted the horse's neck. "Baron doesn't mind, do you? Secure in your masculinity, aren't you?"
"We should all be so lucky."
Simple dialogue between two people ... only in my world animals talk ...
Web looked at the horse and said, "She's a beauty."
"It's a he."
"Sorry, didn't check the equipment. Didn't want to embarrass anybody."
She patted the horse's neck. "Baron doesn't mind, do you? Secure in your masculinity, aren't you?"
"We should all be so lucky." Said the horse, glaring at Web
and scene
(p.s. nobody called me to fill up my week)
The actual passage of the book I'm reading "Last Man Standing" by David Baldacci reads as thus:
Web looked at the horse and said, "She's a beauty."
"It's a he."
"Sorry, didn't check the equipment. Didn't want to embarrass anybody."
She patted the horse's neck. "Baron doesn't mind, do you? Secure in your masculinity, aren't you?"
"We should all be so lucky."
Simple dialogue between two people ... only in my world animals talk ...
Web looked at the horse and said, "She's a beauty."
"It's a he."
"Sorry, didn't check the equipment. Didn't want to embarrass anybody."
She patted the horse's neck. "Baron doesn't mind, do you? Secure in your masculinity, aren't you?"
"We should all be so lucky." Said the horse, glaring at Web
and scene
(p.s. nobody called me to fill up my week)