You know, I could do Wilbur selling Mr. Ed to the NIMH to investigate his brain and speaking abilities. But, damn it, Wilbur wouldn't do that. There's a basic loyalty between the man and his horse. Shit, it makes me want to cry.
Marty Fugate is an area critic, screenwriter, science fiction writer, humorist and cartoonist. He can, and will, write about anything for money. For links to his latest short story collection, go to: Marty Fugate
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