If some of you wonder why I’m walking around rubbing my wrist, I still reel from a major endorphin rush sustained when a police horse bit me outside Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop. While I possess no fear of lions, tigers and boa constrictors (oh my), Jules had to show me how to deal with a horse as I get a bit edgy around large critters that are nothing but muscle and bone. As per instructions, I stuck out my palm for the horse to sniff and lick and patted its neck, when said horse took a liking to my rock-encrusted bracelet and summarily bit down on my wrist (right below my thumb), taking a few muscles, nerves and a blood vessel or two with it. Skin wasn’t broken too bad, but I hope I don’t get horse rabies or something to that effect.
Damned vampire horses have big teeth, man! I know, I know, just as when the temple elephant sneezed mucus all over the top half of my body, this stuff only happens to me.
