Soon the white truck is bright red with big bouncy black tires.  The road turns to cobble stones and pot holes. The dog has huge lazy brown eyes that balance carefully on its big wet nose.  The dog has a smile on its face with teeth similar to mine.  Its long golden hair bounces around as his owner, Farmer Joe, rumbles quickly down the back road to catch his horse that jumped the fence. 

The dog looks to his owner and in a deep rugged voice yells, "I see him Joe; he’s down by the old marsh. We better hurry up this rig before he..............?”

A woman walking in her sun hat turns into a girly gator wearing pink polka-dot sandals, and her hat is adorned with wild flowers.  She has a silver-studded purse hanging over her shoulder with a gooey-green frog peeking out of the front pocket, looking back at me with fear.  The girly gator is just about to reach in her purse until she sees what is going on down by the marsh. 

 “Oh my,” she says with an inquisitive voice, “A horse is going to..........?”