Harold and his horses head.

Ever hear the story about young Harold and his horses head? No? Well one day young Harold went to the zoo with his parents and insisted in bringing his horses head on a stick which he road everywhere. Sometimes a cowboy, sometimes an indian, but, every bit the budding future star of a big tent circus act.

Harold was a very precocious and willful child. His proud parents very accomodating and, in their pride, hardly strict disciplinarians. Harold had been cautioned to stay close to his parents while at the zoo. To try not to run too wild and , certainly not to rap on the cages of the wild animals with his horses head as young rambunctious boys are wont to do.

I'm sure Harold tried to behave, but, he just couldn't help himself. After some popcorn, a couple of hot dogs, ice cream and soda he started to get rowdy. His horse started to buck and Harold needed to burn off some energy. Then, he saw it. The king of beasts. The proud lion languishing on a rock in is cage. Harold had heard stories of the majestic lion, even seen them prowl the savanna on TV and was enthralled with the idea of seeing an example of this great beast in action. Sadly, the lion was just lying there, not doing anything. Barely breathing as far as Harold could tell.

Something must be done he said to himself, so he ran his horses head up and down across the bars making an incessant clacking sound. The lion tried to ignore him, but Harold just ran faster and faster up and down wacking the bars. Hooting and hollering like an Indian on the warpath. Suddenly the lion leapt up, seized the horses head and pulled it through the bars. Sadly for little Harold his arm was wrapped up in the reins and he was ripped into the cage and devoured by the lion. The lion slept soundly on his rock and dreamed of chasing little boys across the grassland plains of his youth.

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Originally posted by Hand of Hecate
Ever hear the story about young Harold and his horses head? No? Well one day young Harold went to the zoo with his parents and insisted in bringing his horses head on a stick which he road everywhere. Sometimes a cowboy, sometimes an indian, but, every bit the budding future star of a big tent circus act.

Harold was a very precocious and willful c ...[text shortened]... undly on his rock and dreamed of chasing little boys across the grassland plains of his youth.

I'm sure the lion was put down immediately .

Originally posted by Hand of Hecate
Ever hear the story about young Harold and his horses head? No? Well one day young Harold went to the zoo with his parents and insisted in bringing his horses head on a stick which he road everywhere. Sometimes a cowboy, sometimes an indian, but, every bit the budding future star of a big tent circus act.

Harold was a very precocious and willful c ...[text shortened]... undly on his rock and dreamed of chasing little boys across the grassland plains of his youth.

Originally posted by Ponderable
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Originally posted by Hand of Hecate
Ever hear the story about young Harold and his horses head? No? Well one day young Harold went to the zoo with his parents and insisted in bringing his horses head on a stick which he road everywhere. Sometimes a cowboy, sometimes an indian, but, every bit the budding future star of a big tent circus act.

Harold was a very precocious and willful c ...[text shortened]... undly on his rock and dreamed of chasing little boys across the grassland plains of his youth.