He was called “Twotap”, no one can remember where he came from or who owned him. Early in the towns history, they made laws that protected a horse. If you stole one, you hung, If you were seen whipping one, you received twice the whippings that you gave the horse.
The towns people were very protective of their horses. Just how old Twotap was, is still unknown. His head hung down so low that his lower lip almost drug on the ground. His back was swayed so much his belly did drag on the ground, his ears also hung down and If he was ever out in the rain, I am certain he never got wet. I doubt if he ever got into any water.
When old Twotap wanted something that he couldn’t get for himself, he would tap a hoof on a porch, walk or the ground, to let some know he needed some help. Every-one in town knew this! He know where to find food and where to sleep. He loved to wander into a saloon as someone would give him a drink of beer and then take him outside. This old horse actually drank more beer in a day than the total customers did in the day.
Sometimes old Twotap could be found up on the second floor and it would take dozen men to get him back down. Once he was found in a bed, that belonged to one of the working girls of the bar. One year he was even elected as the town’s Mayor’s special assistant.
Bartenders would dump what was left in a drinking glass, into a bucket at the bar, and at closing time they would dump that bucket into a barrel in the alley. Old Twotap knew where to find these barrels. When Old Twotap had gotten his fill, he would stager off to where ever he wanted.
Many times he would be found peaking in a window that belonged to a women and stick his head through it and into the room. Surly he wasn’t interested in the women, was he?
Twotap, probably knew more of what was going on in that town than anyone else knew. If there were any secrets in this town, Old Twotap knew what they were.
The towns people were very protective of their horses. Just how old Twotap was, is still unknown. His head hung down so low that his lower lip almost drug on the ground. His back was swayed so much his belly did drag on the ground, his ears also hung down and If he was ever out in the rain, I am certain he never got wet. I doubt if he ever got into any water.
When old Twotap wanted something that he couldn’t get for himself, he would tap a hoof on a porch, walk or the ground, to let some know he needed some help. Every-one in town knew this! He know where to find food and where to sleep. He loved to wander into a saloon as someone would give him a drink of beer and then take him outside. This old horse actually drank more beer in a day than the total customers did in the day.
Sometimes old Twotap could be found up on the second floor and it would take dozen men to get him back down. Once he was found in a bed, that belonged to one of the working girls of the bar. One year he was even elected as the town’s Mayor’s special assistant.
Bartenders would dump what was left in a drinking glass, into a bucket at the bar, and at closing time they would dump that bucket into a barrel in the alley. Old Twotap knew where to find these barrels. When Old Twotap had gotten his fill, he would stager off to where ever he wanted.
Many times he would be found peaking in a window that belonged to a women and stick his head through it and into the room. Surly he wasn’t interested in the women, was he?
Twotap, probably knew more of what was going on in that town than anyone else knew. If there were any secrets in this town, Old Twotap knew what they were.
Once the bank was robbed and old two Tap followed the robbers to where they hid the money. When the bank robbers went back to town, Two Tap picked up the bag of money with his mouth and took it to the town Marshal’s office. Of course, the Marshal and the Bank were happy to get the money back, but the marshal was unhappy that he didn’t get his hands on the outlaws. The next time the bank was going to be robbed, Twotap listened in on the robber’s plans, got word of it to the Town Marshal and he had a posse waiting for them at their hideout. That was when Two Tap was almost elected the town Mayor!
Twotap would keep his eyes open and when ever a new filly came into town, old Twotap would raise his head high, suck up his belly so his back was like a young stallion with his long tail curled like a tea cup handle. Then at the right moment, he would trot by the filly and make a whining sound that everyone could hear. Once he was out of sight, he let it all hang down again.
Long before that, there was an old dog that was always along the side of old Two- tap. No one knows what happened to him, he probably was so old, he just went off someplace and died.
Old Twotap had to be forty years old, when he was found laying on his back in the stable. All four legs were sticking straight up in the air and it was said, he had a smile on his face. It has been told, that old Twotap found his master, high up in the happy hunting grounds.
Hats off to old Twotap……….. ( Alright, which of you took my hat?)
The Moral of the story, Don’t lose track of your place in life.
By: Ben R.
Dec. 4, 2011
Twotap would keep his eyes open and when ever a new filly came into town, old Twotap would raise his head high, suck up his belly so his back was like a young stallion with his long tail curled like a tea cup handle. Then at the right moment, he would trot by the filly and make a whining sound that everyone could hear. Once he was out of sight, he let it all hang down again.
Long before that, there was an old dog that was always along the side of old Two- tap. No one knows what happened to him, he probably was so old, he just went off someplace and died.
Old Twotap had to be forty years old, when he was found laying on his back in the stable. All four legs were sticking straight up in the air and it was said, he had a smile on his face. It has been told, that old Twotap found his master, high up in the happy hunting grounds.
Hats off to old Twotap……….. ( Alright, which of you took my hat?)
The Moral of the story, Don’t lose track of your place in life.
By: Ben R.
Dec. 4, 2011
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