The dead man takes it upon himself to stay in front and when the poor animal looks like it's desperate for ANY kind of friendly human interaction, he feels more confident. He clucks to the horse and outstretches a flat hand.
"Heeeeey, boy. Where'd you come from, huh? You look like shit, huh? C'mere. I know what to do with lost dogs but I'm not sure who to call about a lost horse...maybe Mr. Foss would keep him a while until the vet can come."
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The dead man takes it upon himself to stay in front and when the poor animal looks like it's desperate for ANY kind of friendly human interaction, he feels more confident. He clucks to the horse and outstretches a flat hand.
"Heeeeey, boy. Where'd you come from, huh? You look like shit, huh? C'mere. I know what to do with lost dogs but I'm not sure who to call about a lost horse...maybe Mr. Foss would keep him a while until the vet can come."